The Trickster's Truth

Somewhere between an alley and a dream,
lies a market of half-understood moments,
where tricksters of old gather, wearing masks of mist
to barter with echoes and shadows. You find yourself here not by choice
but as familiar footsteps guide your way,
weaving narratives as ancient as the stone beneath your feet.

Tales of Coyote, Loki, and Anansi converge, standstill watches ticking neither forward nor back
but holding time in a delicate, poised balance. One hand rests on destiny,
the other plucks at the strings of choice, demanding attention yet leaving voids caked in stardust.

You pause, recognizing the air tinged with laughter,
threads of reality unraveling, spinning anew into the tapestry of what could be.

Reflections | Echoes | The Veil