Worldbuilder

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A place she'd seen,
at first a pinpoint of light
waiting in the darkness.
It expanded,
land rising as mountains,
falling as great seas.

Communities awoke,
cultures spread,
good and evil,
the gray between,
all finding a place
to mix upon the landscape.

The worldbuilder released her breath
and a stirring followed,
hopes and dreams,
life arcs glowing.
They led the way
and she followed.

©August 2019, November 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne
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About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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