Rot In The Woods

At first, it was a faint whisper. “Brains…” he moaned, then as he stumbled by the trees and came closer to her, reaching out for her shoulder. “Brains…” came even louder, this time…

At the edge of the woods, a blood-curdling wail…

It was too late for her to run from his grip. They embraced in a close disheveled lock. His mouth made contact, teeth ripping into neck flesh with a hunger she couldn’t imagine. For him meat and blood were life. As he feed, her screams turned into gurgles, her body slumped against him. His strength grew immensely as he fed, his hands spoiled with blood and soil. For a moment he pressed his right palm into her face, then continued to eat the back of her neck, as one single teardrop slid out the corner of her dead eyes…And so it was done.

It didn’t take long before she woke…not alive, but not dead. So her fate was is his, to meander about the black woods…with an endless hunger…

This original short story, essay is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in October 2022 (C)

DREAMSCAPES: HEXED BY THE PAST (Short Story, Nightmare)

No matter how far into the future you run, you cannot escape your past. All that talk about leaving behind the past and starting anew makes no difference to the past, especially if the pasts still remembers you. Especially if the past is fucked up, alive and has vengence in its heart. Its coming for you.

This dream, actually, this nightmare begins in a two-story home. The home I llived in as a child. It was dark and dismal, natural since nothing really good happened in that house. It was a place of living nightmares at times. From time to time I can actually recall a memory that was light and lifted.. Often if I “dream” about this house it is often a nightmare. This time was as no other.

So, I kinda left my ex and his family behind some years back. Let us just say that I was very close to his mother and sister, and as time went by and I separated from their son and brother, our relationship was broken as well.

In this nightmare, my ex’s sister was performing a damning ritual against me. She was in my childhood home, willing malice into being and preparing it to seek me out. As she mixed a concoction on rats blood, petrified wood shavings, baby’s breath, a sizable portion of my kinky hair and castor oil to bind, she hummed a tune to herself. In this nightmare, I hovered in my astral body while she invoked this spell upon me. I was terrified, but at the same time understanding. Probably part of my guilt. As she mixed and ground the spells contents with her mortar and pestle, I felt myself let go of the guilt I felt from those past entanglements. For some reason, at first I thought the spell was to hex me, damn me for eternity, but instead it was one that freed me, healed me and sent me on my way to make a better future for myself in relationships that I have presently and for the future.

We remember dreams for a reason.

Thank you for reading about my dream I had this afternoon. I figure my dreams or nightmares make light to things I probably don’t want to reconcile within myself. I remember in order to bring light to some things I need to grow out of and consciously face.

This original blog post and short story was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her. April 2020 (C)

Nightmare: Viscious And Woke

Most of my life, I have been plagued with nightmares. Sometimes daily. This “nightmare” I just woke from an hour ago, but I still feel as though it is not done with me. The fear is so real that even now as I write these bothersome things to the internet, just to rid my mind. So come bare the load for me. I need to take it out of my consciousness and provide someone, at this point anyone that may care, the dark and dreaded corner of my subsciousness that haunts me in wake and sleep.

At first it was a struggle to sleep, since my mind was busy with failure and heartache. I wanted to sleep my worries away, sometimes my dreams can be a more than pleasant reasoning away for the “wake” reality that I step into, sometimes endless. Instead, I chanted a meditation spell and envisioned painting a sun with acrylic paint colors of orange, red, white and yellow. Strangely, I must have finally drifted…because I found myself abruptly waken to darkness. Delivered to the darkness of the room, I groggily sat up in bed and made motions to get out of the bed. The darkness was still there, but it was a dark, dark blue darkness staring back at me. It had no eyes, but it stared right through me as a sat at the edge of my bed. I sat frozen, paralyzed in fear when I realized I wasn’t actually in my room. It was another room, one from my childhood, but the bed I slept in was still the twin sized bed I sleep in every night. And that is when I realized…I’m dreaming…or nightmaring? The dark, dark blue darkness with no eyes, hands or feet, was at the bedroom door, perpendicular to where I now stood in the opposite end of the room. I was terrified. I was so mortified that I held my own throat with both hands, because I couldn’t scream as the dark, dark blue darkness came hurtling at me. Instinctively, I still gripped my throat. “What’s the matter voice, have I lost you.” I heard. It wasn’t from the thing that rushed me, it was from around me. Someone wanted to shut me up. No time for thoughts, because this time, the dark, dark blue was up in my face inspecting me with no eyes and this time I could see it for what it was up close. A monster.

Then, I woke up again. Startled by the nightmare I just had, I jolted awake. My god, that was terrifying and I thought I couldn’t, wouldn’t get out. So, I shook it off, but before I got to sit up in the bed of my dark room, in the dim light of my computer screen was a white egg the size of the Walmart variety egg in the dairy section. The egg was right where my tummy was as I laid on the left side of my body. I only lifted my head from my pillow to look at it in the dimly lit room. I looked around and I was still in my room where I slept. Curious, I propped myself up, still lying on my side to look at this thing that I was sure was not there when I fell asleep. I wouldn’t have an egg in the bed with me. It could break…I reached for the egg to feel it, gingerly. The egg was very white, even in the dark glow of the computer in the room. This is when the realization came that I was in a dream again. Waking from one nightmare into another illusion of my mind. While I held the egg, unconsciously I used the force of my fingers to crush the egg in that one hand and my hand was cut by all the pieces of the eggs shell…though the egg was hard boiled!

Another jolt, sitting up in the bed this time, with my heart racing and my eyes moving to all corners of the room. Still the dark glow of the computer screen. The computer screen had a picture of my sisters and myself, all staring back at me. Stories in their eyes. I caught my breath, comforting myself, which was self taught. I wondered about the dream, what was that about? I got up to go use the bathroom. Looking in the mirror only for a second before I plopped down on the toilet to pee. The relief of the streaming of these life fluids soothed me further. Once complete, wiping myself to then turn to the sink to wash my hands. No soap. Damn. I looked up to see myself in the mirror. To my surprise, there was nothing. No image at all. Just water running from the sink, hot and steaming the bottom portion of the mirror. At first I was so stunned I just stood there… I could feel my eyes widening but couldn’t see them for proof that they were probably bulging in disbelief! My consciousness began to fabricate reasoning at this point, as I panicked. No image in the mirror, oh shit! Outside of my head, at this point, I began palming the mirror, then scraping the mirror with my nails and fingers. Trying to tear through the irrationality that I was not there…I was not there at all. Then, in my panic and horror I started to beat upon the mirror. Pounding on it, but it had not broken, just bending like mirror and plexiglass hybrid. Then, something emerged. Something crawled from the corner of the mirror before me. It was something…something I have never seen in my life, but it was the cross of a slug larvae and spider so massive as though it was almost half my body. Black purple skin and the larvae parts had something withering under its skin. I screamed and sat down on the floor by the sink, out of the view of the mirror. I was shaking and frightened hoping it had not seen that I saw it was coming…oh god. For moments it seemed, I just sat and waited, sat and waited for an eternity. At this point, nothing rushed me or attacked. I got on my knees in front of the sink and peered up at the mirror. The creature was halfway through the mirror…it seemed to be coming from another dimension, a frightening scene as it slowly pushed its way through to my side of the world. It’s spider’s appendages, the pedipalps, were eagerly reaching for me and I fell back on my bottom, then quickly leapt to my feet. My body was up against the bathroom door and as soon as I had an opportunity, I grabed for the door knob, flung the door open and ran, but not before I felt a deep, sharp and painful slice across my back!

Awaken again…this time no jolt, just clear pain. Pain in my heart like the beating of my heart was a ticking bomb. Awaken to pain. Pain in the chest. Before I could open my eyes, I felt my chest. I could not feel my breasts. They were numb…that scared me awake. My eyes fluttered open in deep protest of my body. My mind left me tired even from sleep. What could ease my mind from the horrors? The horrors in sleep and in this reality? This time it was realtime, where you and me are on opposite ends of this computer screen. Me writing, you reading. Hoping you can understand why I needed to share this with you.

Disclaimer: This nightmare crawled out my ear and onto this post by my own doing. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty.

This is an original and was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

DreamScape: Leave The Lights On

I met him in my dreams…

Suddenly, I was there, in the silence of night with giant trees looming and stretching as shadows on its walls. The house was still, but spoke to me through my subconscious awareness. Through my own eyes, I glided towards the back of the house to the double doors that I remembered from my childhood home, so long ago. Though it was night, only the full moon’s illumination was present to guide me, while the trees on the walls of the house continued to yawn and stretch as a monstrosity, stalking. The concrete rectangle that was a path before the red painted double doors, still had etchings from chalk that displayed a childhood game called *Maryl that we played with boxes drawn and golf balls. There was light in all the windows, protruding through all the louvers of every window in the back of this house. I stopped gliding towards the house abruptly. My limbs as if I was immersed in water, but I was not swimming though.

The lights were bright through the red painted double doors as well as the kitchen window and the window that represented my parents room, the master bedroom. All brightly light, it seems as though the lights were pulsating. In my current state of floating I watched as they made a display of call and response, one shining brighter than another, and they continued to do this for a few moments as I floated about the concrete floor outside. Waiting. Then all the lights ceased and there was one that burned the brightest, the dining room. There was a shadow that slowly materialized as I was finally allowed to float into the house. This family place I called home in what seemed like lifetimes ago. I visit on occasion, but only in dream as though when I occupied the space as a child, it was a dream then.

The dining room was the brightest I have ever seen it, in life and in dream. It seemed as the though the light emanated from the walls and roof of the room, and it burned my eyes at first, but then my eyes adjusted to the illumination as I entered. I was not alone in the room, they was another with me. It was him, my lover and friend, standing near the back wall of the room. He has never been here before, but this is the brightest I have ever seen this house. When he realized it was me, he reached up to take hold of me by my waist, tearing me from my floating state of being. His touch became real to us both, it seems. I wish he was sleeping next to me right now. Consciously, outside the realm of dream, I felt my hands grab hold of the sheets next to me, with fists curled tightly around them, I pull them near. We were both relieved to see each other. He was wearing the same clothes from earlier and I was wearing a chiffon night gown my subconscious dreamed up and we held each other forever…

The illumination, which I still was curious as to where it came from. Did it come from him? My mind eased, taking this scene as my current reality, I felt so elated to be with him, taking him now, where I go as I sleep. I can have him in both worlds and relish in our playful banter and whimsical adventures together, lost in timelessness…

*Maryl a game played in the Caribbean during my childhood. Square boxes would be drawn with chalk on concrete and players would take turns, rolling the golf balls and catch them in the drawn boxes.

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This is an original work imagined, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

My Childhood Haunting

Palms dark

with blue aura

Holding me hostage in my bed

Haunting me

Cloak and covers my eyes

Hollow and cold

Bold with threat

Reminding me of my mortality

Though silent as it tend

Tending to my every fear

Feeling me endlessly

It has followed me for as long as I remember

Greeting and caressing me even as I sleep

It is a wonder why insanity hasn’t taken

My mind for which it holds

For it’s bold threat

Still threatening

Still tending to fear

Still haunting my inner thoughts

Still lingering until it finds

My soul and binds

Disclaimer: this poem was created from the universe within me. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem imagined, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

VERSE: Wanderer, From In Between

My dialated pupils say

Bliss and to

Whisper sweet nothings

For nothingness begets itself in me

And we rise as one

floating on my feet

but everythings seems as though

It is from a dream

My vision is blinded

Yet I can see

Yet I can see and I scream in realization

Awaken, conscious with what erupted under

While I was under a spell

Bliss is wearing off

Wearing away my matter

As a stream of thoughts

Collide and I wonder

Am a wanderer

I’m rising to the surface

Blacked out and came back again

The haze became so great

So great I neared the point

where real and reality

Became two different things

To bear

This is an original poem imagined, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

Brief Narrative: DEATH BY MOONLIGHT

It was a full moon tonight. Bright and bearing down on all of this earth, at least on this side of the earth. This moment in time they took the opportunity to scurry in the dark. Mindful not to slip or trip on anything, any obstacle in the dark. Up and over the short wire fence that surrounded the cemetary. The old cemetary that had bones of folks older than the civil war. They had not cared and respect was not their thing at all. Instead, they used this opportunity to dig up one of the freshest graves just to see if they can do it.

Jack and Jill dressed all in black to submit to a deed that no one in their right mind would perform. Jill wore her negro turtle neck, dark gray jeans with stretch factor and her black winter leather gloves for good measure. She wasn’t about to get caught, for no one, not even for Jack. Jack on the other hand just wore a black round neck, long sleeve shirt and black baggy jeans off his ass. Fortunately, his drawers were dark gray. The moonlight was bright…but they managed to move accordingly to find their prize.

The dig began and at first they were digging fast and furiously, eventually they slowed after they hit 4 feet deep. They finally hit on wood with a bang and thump. They both looked at each other in this deep hole, the resting place of someone’s momma, father or something or another. They had not cared. Jill stopped to complain about smelling her own breath under the ski mask that they wore. Jack didn’t care. He was much more concerned about having less than 5 hours before the school bus picked him up from the subdivision.

Finally, they hit a bottom of this hole and now to review their find. Jill took out her small and lean flashlight and shone it on whatever it was that they hit. Jack lifted his ski mask and muttered something under his breath. Jack told Jill, “you jump out and I’ll look. We both can’t be on top of this thing when I try to open it.” Jill as athletic as she was, took time to get up and over, then out the grave. Jack turned and continued with the plan. He took the crowbar from his step-dad and continued to prod and lift the opening of the coffin. While he attacked the coffin, Jill knelt at the edge of the grave watching as Jack fought with the coffin. Jill called out, low but forceful, “Jack hurry up! This is taking too long for you to pull a bone…” Jack kept on prodding and grunting as he worked hard to open the treasure chest, someone’s coffin.

The moon was still and lit and rounded as they continued on their quest. Jill still knelt at the mouth of the grave and Jack was still grunting and prodding. Suddenly, their was a sound of shuffling above and some dirt hit his head and back. Jack looked up to see a large mass coming down towards him. The mass came down so hard and fast that he couldn’t get out of the way before it fell on top of him. When he was finally hit, he was pinned down on the coffin that he tried to brake into. I guess this means he wasn’t successful. He was a little conscious when he thought of how funny it is that he tried to open this coffin but instead he is on top of it.

Jill came to consciousness after and screamed to the top of her lungs. Dirt was falling all around them, large bulks of the same dirt they dug out of this hole. Her sight was blurry and she tried to look up at the opening of the hole. The dirt was in her eyes and she could smell the decay in the dirt. It made her scream more, Jack beneath her body. He was knocked out cold when she fell on him. She screamed his name but he had not answered…The hole was getting darker now. The Dirt all around them and at this point, only her head was visible to her eyes. She looked around and it was mostly covered in dirt now. She passed out. When she came back to consciousness, she was inhaling dirt. Her muffled screams was dull and almost mute now. Her head was submersed in the burial dirt. She had not seen who threw her in the hole. She just felt a push and then she was here, in the hole. She could hardly breath now. Thinking about Jack being under her. Hoping he isn’t dead. Hoping they can get out of here. Hoping someone can find them…But no one knows they are here. She cried, but couldn’t feel the moisture of her tears pass her lashes. The earth absorbed and owned it now. The darkness behind her eyes is all there was. Suffocating slowly and slipping into a damning abyss.

Disclaimer: This short narrative was created and inspired by a small idea. All photography or original art for this post was created by Juana M. Gumbs, AKA HetHeru. Thank you so much for your support. Please like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original short story imagined, created and copyrighted in 2019 by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

Brief Narrative: Mother, May I?

Some people can experience their entire lives without ever encountering anything supernatural. Many may have one instance in their lives to experience a supernatural being, such as a ghost or demon. While there are others that experience supernatural occurrences on a regular basis or almost daily. In my lifetime, I have experienced demons and ghosts regularly. A stigma. No one wants a curse visited upon them, because you constantly ask why. Why me? Especially if you were born into it.

One night, I looked into the eyes of a real Jumbie. This was not my first encounter with a Jumbie, this was just the first time I can recall looking a Jumbie in the eyes. Jumbies or Jumbees originate from Caribbean mythical. They are creatures or supernatural entities, ghosts and demon manifestations that can appear to an individual as any being in any form it choses.

Late one night, I was roused by a light touch under my right foot at the bottom of the bed. Before I became conscious to the touches, I rubbed my eyes from sleep and half sat up. At the bottom of my feet was my mother. Now, I was not confused in my child’s mind this was my mother, though there were suspicious clues that alluded to something amiss. To describe what squatted at the bottom of my bed, which squatted and had not sat upright as my mother would if she entered my room through my bedroom door. Though the face was familiar, the bulging, watery eyes of this entity was wide and strange, almost too amused at the sight of me. It had all the soft features of my mother’s face and yet, was not my mother. The large teeth shone from what moonlight mixed with streetlights outside my window. But that grimace of a smile, held something wicked and sinister. Much more than I could comprehend at the time.

The creature, which I am convinced now was a Jumbie, began to engage with me as I asked it questions. I asked it, “Mammy, why are you here.” It replied, with it’s bright wide eyes and ominous white teeth grin, “I came to give you this.” Then, it turned to look in it’s left hand, which had a blue plastic hair comb. I turned and looked at that left hand and saw that my blood was on the hair comb. I had not felt a thing! There was a scratch on my toe, it seemed as though the entity gashed my big toe with the hair comb and it drew blood. I cannot remember what happened after looking at the blood on my feet. Not sure what happened directly after I realized that I was harmed in any way, but I must have fallen back into a slumber, one which was deep and wonderous. I did not fight against this being nor did I protest.

When I woke up that morning, I was eager to ask my mother about the encounter I thought we had. First thing though, I examined my right foot and saw that there was a visible gash on my big toe from the hair comb. The blood was dried but from a fresh cut. In seeing this, I got a chill down the narrows of my back to think that this was all true. Was it? The Jumbie can be a trickster. Why would it need my blood though? All of those thoughts fell away, as I asked my mother in my childlike sing song voice, “Mammy, were you at the bottom of my bed last night?” She stopped what she was doing immediately and answered confused, “Well, no…I had not been in your room at all last night.” As I suspected, it wasn’t my mother at all! But was it a dream or nightmare or spectral of my imagination? I suppose I will never know…

Dreamscapes: Moriarty Madness

This was the weirdest dream yet, that I can recollect. Scratch that, my mind isn’t done with me yet…There are probably many more mystifyingly nightmarish dreams to haunt my memory. I had many dreams last night. After all, I slept for 14 hours and I am sure for every hour, my subconscious bared every bizarre, surreal, deviant and maybe even pleasant wish in all my lifetimes.

Well in this one dream that I was only able to recall after my deep deep slumber, was the setting of the late 1800’s perhaps. However, I can describe it as the period that people still wore long dresses and suits that I can only describe as being worn on the movie with Robert Downey, Jr. “Sherlock Holmes”. The characters in my dream had that variety of clothing from that time. Unfortunately, I was unable to see myself in the dream. I worked for the main character Dr. Lindell, a doctor that not only practiced medicine, practiced magic that was white and other. Also, Dr. Lindell was working on a spell or spells that duplicated multiple personalities, but also enabled those multiple personalities to manifest themselves in our reality to interact with people. And Interact they did.

These beings of multiplicity, so to speak, were everywhere. While I walk the streets in this 1800’s scene, I saw a man that looked just as my master, Dr. Lindell, looked in the face except, he wasn’t Dr. Lindell. This man’s eyes was the same gray blue color, but under darkened heavier brows. He did not blend in well with the background, being that his clothes were tattered and slashed. His hands were worn, sporting soot, dirt and a reddish maroon tint. The darkness of his brow also spread to his beard and his facial hair was unkempt and wild. However, the wilderness was also in his eyes as well. Studying the entirety of his body, I looked back up to his eyes again, and saw that he was looking disdainfully at me. Piercing stare, like cupid’s arrow with the effect on me of fear instead. I took a step back realizing this, relaxed a little and changed my direction to cross the street. As I crossed the street, I walked but my walk turned into a slight jog. When I reached the curb, there was another entity with Dr. Lindell’s face, except this man had a ponytail and glasses. He also stared right at me. I walked past him, pretending I had not noticed his menacing grin. Quickly, I walked a few more blocks towards the theatre and saw another entity with Dr. Lindell’s face, except this man’s face was younger, much younger than Dr. Lindell’s. HE was walking towards me and a creeping chill went from the base of my neck down to my lower back. I pivoted in a flash and crossed the street towards the theatre.

The theatre was a place of refuge for me, maybe this nightmare would end there? Well, I ran to the box-office booth and purchased one ticket to see just about anything to get my mind off of the chilling revelation; that black magic may have conjured these strange multiples. I practically ran into the theatre, not looking back. Bursting through the movie door for which I purchased tickets, I moved swiftly to a seat somewhere in the middle of the room. The room was pitch dark, unfortunately, I had to feel may way around to find seating. I finally found a seat and sat immediately. That was close! I don’t even know that there is another person in this theatre, it was very quiet. As the minutes went on, movie goers filed in finding seats in various places in the room. Without the fear of the multiplicity gang, I sat down just reflecting on other things, such as what’s the next project to fulfill with Dr. Lindell. When am I getting paid?

The movie curtain lifted to a blank screen, then the pictures showed up on the screen in black and white of course. No captions or sound actually…yikes, but I did enjoy every minute of it, forgetting my woes. Suddenly the theatre lights come on and my eyes took some time to adjust from sitting without light all this time. Then I looked around the theatre, it was filled with people, but then I realized…that many of the movie goers wore Dr. Lindell’s face! I got up and made my way towards the exit, as fast as I could. Suddenly, it felt like I was at the bottom of the ocean, moving in that gravity flow. The faces I looked at from left to right looked back at me as I was in this helpless state. The multiples varied now. One watched me with red pupils and a mangled smile that was larger than the space of it’s face. Another man with the same face, left of me glared at me, and I looked back at him with I’m sure, horror in my face. He was bald-headed, wearing dark clothing from what I could tell. Walking closer to the exit, I looked to the right of me and there was one of the multiples closing in on me. He got up from his seat, making his way to me at a freakishly fast speed that made me yelp in fear. Noooooooo…Why me? I prayed I can reach to the exit before he got any closer…I got to the exit light and felt a hand on my shoulder. Gulp.

Dreamscape: Demons & Dragons

It was a dream about work or least, at first it seemed to be. The figures became more clear and distinct, and they were people that worked with me at my current job. I realized that I was in the middle of a department store floor while my co-workers were all running around with shopping carts, but as the big picture came into view I realized we were in a Walmart and strangers were all around us. They were shapeless strangers, coming in closer and closer. All the while my co-workers were in a full frenzy, their cart wheels clashing, carts banging into items and running over feet. As dreams do, the dream shifts gears and again I am in the first person view.

A thought was sent into my conscious mind while I am unconsciously dreaming that I will be moving into another scene as a being on the quest of very peculiar instances. A stark white woman, so pale her blue veins visible to the surface of her skin, dressed in a white pants suit with a satin blue tie. The woman was standing or floating outside my window. As if this scene was not scary enough, I drew closer to the window while I studied her movements from a brownstone apartment similar to those I have seen in Queens and Brooklyn, New York.

Suddenly I was whisked away from that scene and presented to another. This scene was a raid by soldiers on a home where demons dwelled. During this scene my subconscious gave me some background information, because it sensed my dread. The family was a family of demons. Yes, I was alarmed and terrified. Especially since the demon with a ghoulish grin, bearing smoke stained teeth, with bulging, waterfilled eyes came lashing out at me, spiting curses that became like fire. Unfortunately, his projected path from across his small living room was towards me. All of this was happening all at once. In that split second, I sensed from my subconsciousness as my mind projected to me, providing me the material to understand that I was in true danger, when in fact it was only…a dream. Unconscious to the facts, the fact being that this was just a dream, and at that very moment of the raid, an ancient sword materialized in my hand and with the power of the knowledge, I charged the ghoulish creature.

The woman that was outside my window, climbed upon a radiant albino dragon. The dragon stared at me with large red pupils and a long neck with scales delicately placed. The woman, she rode upon the albino dragon, with features mixed between the lure of Eurasian dragon beasts. It’s scales were iridescent like the shells of abalone. From white to soft pastel pinks, soft baby blues…as it rose to the sky, light…light…light.