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At the roots of the world ash tree
By the Phaidon, the hemlock, it must have been the spotted hemlock that had hit me like a curare arrow, paralyzing my steps as if I had been sitting in the laburnum and eating too many betel nuts. Now lichens and mosses made their way through the room in time lapse, let ferns sprout in the shade of gigantic pines, everything was warm, moist jungle soil, soft and dark green iridescent and rotten in the ethereal resinous breath of the needles of the colossal conifers. I remained on my hands and knees in amazement as the forest began to pass me by, the bitter-fresh mist of needles rolling over earthy mouldy mosses, projecting vague images of tree sap, iridescent emerald green and dark brown.
Soon the pines began to boil like forests after heavy rain, weaving softly like warm cotton wool threads of incense over the ground, sweetening the musty mosses like sugar, balsamic refining the essential needles. In the warm wafting wads of cotton wool at the roots of the world ash tree sat Urd, Verdandi and Skuld, the three Norns, spinning the fates of the worlds. Urd stood for the past, this forest and the access to the journey, Verdandi was here the present and the question what would become of it. In the black shadow of a dark hood lay the face of the future, the Skuld, when the last remnants of the Norns are used up, the entrance to the forest disappears. Thus the desire increases, drops become treasures, a strange bond begins, letters remain only to describe the forest, ... for Norne legend formation.
(With thanks to Mermaid and Verbena)
Soon the pines began to boil like forests after heavy rain, weaving softly like warm cotton wool threads of incense over the ground, sweetening the musty mosses like sugar, balsamic refining the essential needles. In the warm wafting wads of cotton wool at the roots of the world ash tree sat Urd, Verdandi and Skuld, the three Norns, spinning the fates of the worlds. Urd stood for the past, this forest and the access to the journey, Verdandi was here the present and the question what would become of it. In the black shadow of a dark hood lay the face of the future, the Skuld, when the last remnants of the Norns are used up, the entrance to the forest disappears. Thus the desire increases, drops become treasures, a strange bond begins, letters remain only to describe the forest, ... for Norne legend formation.
(With thanks to Mermaid and Verbena)
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