a journey along a stormy coast
this fragrance transports me to a wet, gloomy land that hasn’t seen the sun in many moons. a storm-tossed and unforgiving sea crashes against rocky cliffs. splintered planks are strewn about the coast - all that remains of daring sailors who did not respect her power. your body shivers as she sends forth a cutting squall that reaches to your bones. a nasty storm is brewing, and the rumbles of thunder in the distance warn of what’s to come. you happen upon an ancient stone tomb where you shelter yourself from the approaching downpour. dust stirs and spiders hurriedly skitter away as you push open the oaken door. the smell of burnt incense and blown out candles lingers in the air. you remove your mud-caked boots and build a small fire, hoping for some rest and relief from the bitter cold. you dare not shut your eyes nor take your hand off the hilt of your sword, lest the dead here take your presence as an invitation to awaken..
