elfin
drips and drops and melting. if one falls down its sure to crack you right open. better hurry and get out of this cave.
cuts and carves and blood and guts... ink and presses and tumors and pressure applied to the wound. what happened to my inspiration? it's gone out the window...
And everything he touched turned to dust. Until he found himself then everything he touched blossomed and turned into fluttering birds. Many became jealous of this gift but could not touch what he had made until they had found themselves; then everything they touched blossomed and the whole world blossomed with thoughts.