TheAmberlineVoyage
The wayfarer finally catches a glimpse of what he left home to find.
At the sight of it he stands taller, eyes fixed, resolve burning within.
A tower of pale stone rises from the dunes. A low hum drifts from its crimson doorway. Unbelieving, the wayfarer halts to steady his breath.
The disc burns at the heart of the arch.
Slowly, his hand reaches toward the glow.
Beyond the door, a hall of red columns waits.
Something watches back.
Three vessels stand on the altar, each poured for a different kind of pleasure.
TheAmberlineVoyage
Choose your vessel
Pear & Smoked Honey
