Writings of a Feral Goddess by Kandi BlazeThe Witness
Once, I went searching for ghosts. Now, I search for something quieter. The places where humanity still whispers. There is a difference. Ghosts ask us to wonder. Whispers ask us to listen. I have found them beneath weathered stones, inside forgotten prisons, among ancient earthworks, and where the tide quietly returns what the sea is finally willing to surrender. Read on with the 🔗 for KandiBlaze.Wordpress.com