one lives in hope of becoming a memory
I listen to the winds howling through the trees above me. It does nothing to dull the ache of the silence that comes with feeling alone. If anything, it makes me feel more anxious and insecure. I find myself unable to sit still. I had found myself a hull in a long dead redwood tree that blocks me from the worst of the weather around me. In this hull, I divide my time between pacing, trying to lay down to rest, and getting up to pace once more. None of this does anything to calm my nerves.
Periodically, I cast my thoughts into the world around me, searching for the tell-tale signatures of others nearby. It is minimal comfort when monsters roam the shadows, and perhaps even a little disconcerting to find only emptiness out there.
With this last time, however, I touch on a hint of fear. I lift my head and look out into the shadows, not that it does much good. Fear isn’t unusual in the world we live in now. There was once a time, when the sunlight filtered through the tops of the trees, when I would be worried about any fear that I could sense, but it’s something I have grown accustomed to, now. Even still, the signature is unfamiliar–unfamiliar enough for me to shift my weight uncomfortably before stepping from the small shelter that brought about a small amount of comfort in this storm.
The wind rips right through me. Literally. I am nothing more than a ghost, now that I had failed the quest to save Beqanna. Despite my incorporeal nature, I can feel everything, every breath of air that violently tears through me, every ounce of cold that it brings with it. A shiver runs down my spine, and in response, I push forward, always mindful of that small signature of fear that lingers nearby.
It is easy to find the source of the fear. I no longer had to mind my steps through the forest, and I could pass straight through the trees. So I am able to make my way straight for him. I slip through the trees silently. It’s hard to make noise when you’re intangible. I hope that this doesn’t frighten the other anymore when I do finally appear from between the trees, my faint glow obvious against the dark background around me. “Hello,” I say softly as I draw closer. I’m not sure of what else to say, though, so I stop a few feet from him, waiting to gauge his reaction to my sudden appearance before I do or say anything else.
@[lumos]