Anonymous
asked:
the Goddess you cannot name has taken a personal interest in me, apparently--in helping me to be reshaped, reformed, recreated in the most eldritch and terrifying kintsugi of the soul--and i cannot decide whether i should rejoice or remain terrified of what is to come. i offer a wooden plank ripped from a weathered dock, a root transformed into a wind chime, and the taste of orange that refuses to leave the back of one's tongue.