enter into a temple - not forgotten, but never used. this is a liminal place, built and abandoned. now the doors are open again to mark a new century. someone has installed electric lights, the wires dangling from the ceiling like vines.
a voice: "it's lovely to see you. it is so rare for new faces to find this place. but, ah, i sense the gods are stirring. they call new humans to them, and my lord is no exception. in preparation for what, i wonder? but i am getting ahead of myself. let me tell you about our patron. he is not well known, but i have always known him. he came first in the moonlight through my bedroom window when i was young. i saw him in dark shapes of furniture and coats in unlit rooms at house parties as a university student. he is the stars and the moon, the campfire in the dark, the holly and the pine in the dead of winter. he is the dark cold earth and the life which springs from it. he watches over us again now as we stand on a precipice, as we go beyond human, create life in machine, tumble into the sky. we must light the torches in these ancient hallways. we must bring him with us into the future. come inside."
hi i'm madra. 23yrs old. she/her. irish. this is my website. i like cats, stories, (especially ghost stories) and making connections with other people. i like spacey ambiences. sci-fi, fantasy, and falling asleep to the sound of wind and rain. i'll do as i'm told but only if the teller is truly deserving. i'm interested in irish myth but also many other cultures. i was luciferian for a week when i was a teenager because i found the lightbringer beautiful but i quit because it made my heart hurt too much. i think we need a space for fantasy, imagination, freedom and kindness - to believe in things that are irrational but beautiful. i made this place to be that. <3
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