Taken I am from my settled repose, thrown violently into a space of liminality. Into a realm of pure possibility, that of becoming. It is as if I do not exist.
Pangea
Tar Clones: As your spear pierces ___, it bursts into blackened tar, clinging to your weapon x
Tar Clones: As your spear pierces ___, it bursts into blackened tar, clinging to your weapon x