The floor you walk on is smooth. There is no ground there.
Magic begins with blood. Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots. But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash.
My fingertips opening, accepting my time.

Inktober - Day 4 of 31
Prompt: ALCHEMY
So I'm participating in Inktober again this year! - While doing commissions. ;w;

Its... gonna be fun/hard.