an Eldritch, a plague, a Woe
Today, I was a hole in the ground and a community built around white mushrooms. I was the witch at the bottom of the well, the infected creatures behind the barricade, the horror that lurked at the centre of it all. I was also fire and water and roses.
My friends were a snake with mace and shield, a crow with a death wish, and a deer with charms in their antlers. Not all of them survived.
It's 30th December 2025. In under a month, I will be the Red Plague once more.1