— Зачем нужна вселенная, в которой нет чуда? Бараш х Лосяш

The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún (OVA) Totsukuni no Shoujo とつきにの少女

The Signs and Ruin:

Aries: A city in the center of a great river. The bridges long destroyed, the hanging gardens overgrown. An ancient and forbidden place. 

Taurus: Whats left of the old college. Taken by a summer flood and frozen in place when winter came. The basement library is still preserved under the ice.

Gemini: The prison ghetto. Eventually the slave ships stopped coming and the town overtook these hopeless stone walls. Cursed stone re-purposed into homes, basking in the light.

Cancer: A secluded, but stately manor. Iron gates still closed and sealed shut. The home within the walls is a burned husk. The garden flourishes in the ash.

Leo: A village left seemingly abandoned. The trees are all barren and fruitless. The sun seems dimmer here. 

Virgo: The dry caldera. Spires of a great forge still jut from the rock at an odd angles, like the masts of a sinking ship. Ore flues clogged with stone cool as the spring air.

Libra: The remains of an aqueduct. Pillars of stone and masonry dotting the fields of wildflowers. Nobody can remember where they got the water from, or where it went.

Scorpio: The bay of kings. Stone colossi stand with blades thrust into the surf. Their faces have been worn smooth by the years. None of the fishermen remember their names.

Ophiuchus: Low structures cut in the canyon walls. Stairways and boulevards like the paths of the river below. The remnants of stakes for rope bridges. 

Sagittarius: A tiny, crumbling amphitheater outside of town. A map of the heavens carved into the stage, carved by a different hand from the one who made the theater itself.

Capricorn: The city that tears the clouds, suspended between two mountains. Impossibly fine stonework, yet the windmills have long since rotted away. The air itself is thin here.

Aquarius: Dust storms on brass domes, spires overcome by sand. A low, ringing, song echoes over the dune seas. An elegy for something that should remain lost.

Pisces: Impossible walls of smooth, darkened stone jutting from the waves. Labyrinthine corridors wide enough for even the largest warships. Countless smashed hulls clog the unmapped waters.

"Umm...I'm out of bullets."

not sure about anything anymore

there is a hart in forest and he holds the world in his crown

Mary Magdalene, Dot Chiffon OP (2008)

Through the time machine of poetic license, let us take a sight-seeing tour.

reposting bc pinterest got a hold of this one

REPOSTOBER no. 2