[open] when it untangles in the moonlight

[Nemeon]

Nemeon is exhausted from waking up and finding that the world has changed. The fear he used to experience as a youth has only heightened over the last few years - ever since he woke up underwater once, his statue-self crumbling down with the land where he had thought he would be safe. The water hadn’t been terribly deep, considering, but he cannot forget what it was like to take that first breath and feel the water rush in - to see the moonlight but only as hazy rays filtering down towards him.

He has been on edge for the last few years - it feels like the lands change again just as soon as he begins to relax.

And here it has happened again. Some of the lands look the same as before, which bizarrely is more concerning than it is comforting. Now he's watching the trees and rocks, and the land beneath his hooves, wondering whether it's going to move again.

It's probably irrational for him to cast a sideways glance towards the autumn-coloured trees that are growing here, perfectly healthy, despite the fact that it is spring everywhere else. He has wandered this forest so many times in his life but this is new and now he is suspicious of it all.

A low, quiet grumble escapes him as he walks past a maple with fiery-red leaves and doesn't even pause to wonder what they must look like beneath the sun. It is early in the night still and he has many hours left to enjoy - or to spend in his usual disquiet, focusing on disagreements with moonlit trees rather than dig to any deeper thoughts that are hiding within his lonely soul.

NEMEON