Place

cw: loss, combustion, an organ, disease; physical or otherwise

In your eyes stick marsh or sky.

Still, they are your eyes, unlike your thoughts.

But others thoughts?

You've still some, clear and sound.

Place is an escape-room, destination thing. You play this, in a marsh. See their beliefs enough or you.

After this, take a picture of your hand and stick it to your mirror. I'll put all hands I receive in the middle of the next trail. Place hands to hold as far as beliefs will go.

*All proceeds go to raising money for poetry commissions*

Materials used: Red Snow, One Scene Jam, Quina