In Creekmaw -halloween 2024- By Ariaspoaa | Cara

The doppelgänger smiled. “Not want. Remember. Someone has to.”

And somewhere, Ariaspoaa drew the first line of what would become the year’s most haunting image. Cara in Creekmaw -Halloween 2024- By Ariaspoaa

“You came,” whispered a voice like wind through bones. The doppelgänger smiled

Cara stopped at the crossroads where the old sycamore split toward heaven and underworld both. Someone had left a wreath of dried marigolds and black feathers at its roots. She didn’t touch it. She knew better. Cara in Creekmaw -Halloween 2024- By Ariaspoaa