Preconscious Impulse vs. Intuition

The eremite is back on the heath. The stony rubbish of the distant city is now a distant remembrance. Glossy streams and glowing lichens populate the grainy earth. Pulse after pulse washes over the panpsychic moor. Will the aerial swathes commingle with the dingle starry and pepper gleaming cometoids down in heaps or will The Avengers, The X Men, The Hulk, and The Fantastic Four invade the meadow and compel the hermit to cast abjurations?

Wild prismatic sprays spiral, perne, and disperse, blinding and incapacitating the superhero teams as the orphaned, abutting forest sneers at the fray. Blobs drool over the cliffside and fill a jagged pass nearby, amassing into an indestructible superbeing before lapping on the level gardens while hedge crickets sing and small gnats mourn. Instinct cowers to dalliance.

Heightened sorceries amaze the horrid sine wave of spectators and competitors.

Illustration is of The Hulk versus Thor.