[Browbird] Aleister's Literatures
Mild Violence
He reaches out an arm experimentally, watching as it disappears into the swirling mass of astral magic up to his elbow. It’s cold, and he knows what he’s feeling is just the Boreal Mountains on the other side, but he thinks to himself that this must be what space feels like, out in the abyss of purpled blues and scattered among the stars.