01-18-2019, 12:24 AM
The forest is a lovely place. Dark and alluring, familiar and welcoming, it invites those wayward souls to tread deeper towards its thick-walled heart. In the darkness and confusion, consumption is embraced by those less inclined to expose a strong will or sheer stubbornness. It’s easier to just let things be, to embrace the constant black for what it is and settle for its false sense of comfort that the familiarity of it is sure to draw out. In the densest part of the forest they’ll sit in limbo— neither content nor disappointed that their path has ended— and they will accept that unsatisfactory end for everything it is and everything it is not.
But the woods are equally light as they are dark and for those capable of looking beyond the reinforced walls of what is known to them, they’ll notice something different. That each step beyond the heart of the tight knit forest will reveal the inevitability that density fades to sparsity, that each step past the dark edge of familiarity will bring them closer to the breakthrough of light. The darkness is lovely in its own right, but it is not a home.
And with the first drawn blood of the unknown still fresh on their lips they’ll crave the now strange sense of hope once more and they’ll find that the path had never really ended, but was only obstructed by shade and the restraint of their own mind. It may be a path less taken, but it’s an available path all the same.
Another moment will pass and die before the shallow curve of her lips meet daylight, and she steps away from the last stragglers of Nerine’s tree line. A reflection of gold draws the softening gaze towards where it came from, prodding the smile to bloom in an easy procession. ”Eurwen.”. It’s a greeting and a summoning as she turns in the direction of where her daughter approaches. The warmth of daylight spreads across her chest while the cool shade of matte darkness spills over her back. It’s a union of opposites on a shared plane, only really able to exist and be known in the presence of each other.
@[Eurwen] I’m sorry idk wtf this crap is.
But the woods are equally light as they are dark and for those capable of looking beyond the reinforced walls of what is known to them, they’ll notice something different. That each step beyond the heart of the tight knit forest will reveal the inevitability that density fades to sparsity, that each step past the dark edge of familiarity will bring them closer to the breakthrough of light. The darkness is lovely in its own right, but it is not a home.
And with the first drawn blood of the unknown still fresh on their lips they’ll crave the now strange sense of hope once more and they’ll find that the path had never really ended, but was only obstructed by shade and the restraint of their own mind. It may be a path less taken, but it’s an available path all the same.
Another moment will pass and die before the shallow curve of her lips meet daylight, and she steps away from the last stragglers of Nerine’s tree line. A reflection of gold draws the softening gaze towards where it came from, prodding the smile to bloom in an easy procession. ”Eurwen.”. It’s a greeting and a summoning as she turns in the direction of where her daughter approaches. The warmth of daylight spreads across her chest while the cool shade of matte darkness spills over her back. It’s a union of opposites on a shared plane, only really able to exist and be known in the presence of each other.
@[Eurwen] I’m sorry idk wtf this crap is.