They keep the painting in the chapel down the street there, if you want to see it. A queer effect it has on the mind. You sit there staring at it, losing all track of time. At first it seems too simple, or even incomplete, but then you notice a detail here or there in the clouds. And staring long enough, all at once you’ll see Lolth, that floating island, as though some new painting was somehow switched in front of you without you noticing. You’ll see its fields and its crumbling castle and . . . then it disappears.
Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth
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