Candyfloss Coven ocean cool and deliberate

cool and deliberate

Too early and they wouldn’t hold

while her tentacles shimmer in shades of pink and violet

warm brown

Those who noticed each other there did not ask why they belonged together

Candyfloss Coven ocean cool and deliberateThe Candyfloss Coven came into being the way old enchantments often do not with thunder or prophecy, but with sugar on the tongue and a feeling that lingered too long to ignore. It began at the boundary where the summer fair dissolved into hedges and foxgloves, where pink threads of spun sweetness drifted like spells half remembered. Those who noticed each other there did not ask why they belonged together. They simply did. By day, when the sun hangs