Neoprenus digiti glutenat
One by one they appears
Deep into the forests,
One by one they blooms
Hidden into the woods,
There’s monoliths all around
Appearing without a sound
There’s monoliths everywhere
No one knows why they’re here.
Un par un ils apparaissent
Au plus profond des forêts
Un par un ils poussent, pourquoi ?
Cachés au fond des bois
Y’a des monolithes partout
Qui surgissent d’un coup
Y’a des monolithes poussant
Personne ne sait comment
Time… is marching on!
And Time… is still marching on!
Spide-mouse, spider-mouse
Does whatever a spider can
Can it squeak, yes it can
It can climb on tall wheat
Look out!
here’s come the spider mouse!
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Rat des blés, rat des blés
Est un être bien singulier
Dans les tiges, il attends
De grignoter tous les glands
Attention !
Le rat des blés est là
“Oh when the windwalker
carries some water
Oh when he give birth
with some good earth
To the woodwind
Floating in between
At the crossroads
We’ll find your hold”
– Old Merchant folk song
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Gift for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG
“There’s something weird in the fridge todayI don’t know what it is
Food, I can’t recognizeMy roommate won’t throw a thing away
I guess it’s probably his
It looks like it’s alive”
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook