Campfire Hallucinations - MAYC #16489 - From the Psychedelic Warp Derivativiator
By Jon McTavish
It sat by the campfire, listening to the honey bees flit from flower. Little workers, hustling to gather every last bit of pollen as the sky faded from pink to purple. Things were beginning to get weird. Everything melting together at the edge of its vision, and yet the mountains stood jagged and vivid against they sky. What was in that drink… or was it something more devious. Heat was beginning to burn in its chest, was the firelight coming from inside? The world was a part of it, and it was a part of the world. Energy swirled and everything shifted.
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