Calm the Darkness Brings

        It's a purple night. There's figures walking slowly to the same direction in the woody savanna. They seem tired. Breathing air, exhaling steam. Or cold breathe. I recognise that shadowy old woman over there. It's muna. She's walking too.

         Each figure seems to have decided. They have such clarity. Obstacles seem invisible. To me too. It is rocky someplace, and bushy of soft grass in the majority. I'd like to stay here. It's my destination. I've reached it. All my stubbornness has brought me here. This place is calm. Peaceful. Not overwhelming. Perfectly whelming. I breathe the fresh cold. There must be fields of lavender nearby. Soothing fragrances are mixed in the air. Doing their thing. The Godess Bilquis' Market must be nearby. She's proud of the scents the market leaks. Smokes and wines. Musks too. Peace at last.