Silvertree Report post Posted July 11 Il n'a su réchauffer ce cadavre hébété Où coule au lieu de sang l'eau verte du Léthé Sister to Strife and dark reflection of Mnemosyne, she is the personification of forgetfulness and withdrawal from the cares of the living. The cool, green waters of oblivion whose murmuring waves lull the dead to sleep:chthonic river foam, bog cypress, lavender resin, black labdanum, and asphodel. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted July 24 Lethe is a still, subterranean lake, a study in chilled, mineralic, mossy notes. It's the languid escape endlessly downward, deep into the cool, indifferent embrace of shadows, past the mists, the driftwood, the cypress knees. A dream of the sovereign of a rain-soaked realm, their heart a stony tomb where green waters slowly pulse, instead of blood. An eerie, emerald luminescence, the quietude of forgotten things, and the mordant astringency of embittered ghosts clutching pale flowers of the dead. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
