Mars

“I slept in your ashes last night.
It was like you laid your shadow down before you left. It smelled like hearth smoke and winter air. I made a blanket of the empty space. I pressed my cheek against the place where yours had been.”
― Victoria Schwab, Gallant

“There is life and there is death.

But between the light and darkness, there is the endless gray. This is where the unsettled, unfinished, and unclaimed linger.”
― Etan Layom, Haunting of Sacree: Before the Haunt, There Is a Delightful Hunt

“Every night, without exception, I am plagued by nightmares. No, not plagued by dreams but by my past. There is no way to break free from its grip. The past is a discarded thread of spider silk. If I am not careful, I could spend my whole life unknowingly wrapped up in it. But the more aware I become of the spider silk, the more tightly it will bind me. Then I see a vision of a spider charging down the thread straight at me. What I have just seen is a hallucination. But you have to know it is a hallucination in order to identify it as a hallucination. That’s why these visions are often more terrifying than reality.”
― Dolki Min, Walking Practice

“Grief isn’t only for the dead…sometimes we grieve for the living too.”
― M. L. Hanson