“Sparks of Dark and Bright” in Penumbric

The wolves waited with baited teeth, the leaves dripping onto the forest floor stopped mid-drop, and the little mushroom people called Caps scrunched close and still against the loam. Nothing could move under her shadow, for Bright equaled motion.
— "Sparks of Dark and Bright" by Emmie Christie
Image of a dark background with specks of light

Photo by Thilak Mohan

Image of a dark background with specks of light

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