Examples n' excerpts

He stood amid the middle of the clearing, layers peeling back from their fragile consciousness as he gazed into the inky waters. “It’s not the end yet,” A voice seems to echo from the depths of the vast, aphotic forest. 

The inky-black sky loomed heavy over top of the small town of Evercoln, emanating a dark and uncanny notion to any foreigner to the town. Nested within the charcoal folds of the winding sky lay small, fluorescent pills of flickering light, surrounding a silvery bowl of milky white, battling against the deep dusk of the threatening night. 

Beneath the celestials and moon, and the never ending battle of light and dark, only a single soul rouses. His mind was replete with regrets and turmoil, of a loss and a wish, and his only cope was the side of the folding lake hidden deep within the dense forests around the town. 

The lake seemed to glow in the soft illumination of the moon, the inky black sky stained behind it, making the lake seem much deeper than it was. The only sound this deep within the conifers was the choir of crickets and the occasional cicada buzzing about. 

Outside of the small confines of the town known as Evercoln, this was the place that Asai could seem to get away. Sitting by the lake side, legs pulled to his chest, his eyes fixed on the lake; on the moon’s reflection- The only one who dared stay in his company. A hand moves to lightly brush against his deer-like ears, the ones that marks him as ‘lucky’ for surviving. He trails his hand to brush against the small nubs of horns on his head, before letting his hand drop to his side. How could he be considered so lucky when everyone continues to avoid him?

His gaze moves from the reflection to the caster, the moon staring into his heart. He knew it was time to move on- this town no longer felt like home. He slowly moves to stand, eyes locked on the moon. He takes a breath to remind himself he's alive, before turning and walking out of the woods towards the small dots of lights named Evercoln. Maybe Mersall was the place to go, afterall.