In my dream, I'm walking through a forest, and there's statues of people. Faces I don't recognize, but it feels like I should. Maybe I haven't met them yet. I'm dying... it hurts... but no matter who I reach out to for help, they crumble away at the slightest touch. [ a breath, something like a laugh, but not quite ] They don't even leave blood behind, to warm me from the snow.
[ The spider lilies aren't out yet, not until the end of the month during the equinox. The forest is still green. ]
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In my dream, I'm walking through a forest, and there's statues of people. Faces I don't recognize, but it feels like I should. Maybe I haven't met them yet. I'm dying... it hurts... but no matter who I reach out to for help, they crumble away at the slightest touch. [ a breath, something like a laugh, but not quite ] They don't even leave blood behind, to warm me from the snow.
[ The spider lilies aren't out yet, not until the end of the month during the equinox. The forest is still green. ]