magiline manor
by Kow Yote
After our time spent at SpÏtzlevölgania, We felt the turning of rusted cogs. With a mere feeling, a mere sprinkle of what was soon to come from this revelational trek, we found our path in pattern. Cloned shrubbery passing our eyes and no sense of where we were or where we came from. The passing of foliage came with out notice and we some how manage to find ourselves lost in the halls of this man-made maze; Shaped and crafted with clear intention to entangle castaways into it's spiraling web of prick and thorn.
We could feel the weight of the claustrophobia and vertigo rising within this labyrinth but some how we found ourselves at peace. Intertwined with the passing of each step and the burst of mystery hiding behind every corner we found ourselves entranced. Mystified in the beauty of each shrub meticulously cut with intention, with purpose to sway it's guests into a swinging dance, a waltz of wonder.
Whether or not this intent was crafted with a partnership in mind, it lead to a moment of bliss, a bliss in which we could simply exist with one and another. Staring into the northern celestial glimmer that reflects from her eyes, I was finally aloud a collective second to truly appreciate her presence. Before we set foot on this voyage, There was no time to waste, no time to think, no time to breathe... But now, lost in the grasp of this emerald kennel nothing seemed to matter.
Only her existence.
Within that I felt safe.
I felt heard and held in ways I never knew to long for.
By the slit of my eyes we arrived. The Magiline Manor found host to two unexpected guests.
