The air is probably cooler than it feels, but it enfolds me like an invisible blanket, holding my body heat close. I have the urge to run, just to make the air seem to move, to feel it flowing around me, but the stillness has crept into my bones, and I barely move myself. Something has cast a spell on the night, and there seems to be nothing that can break it. I wonder if I will be caught in it forever? Maybe I am not myself. Maybe I am one of those mute trees standing sentinel, and have dreamed this human life. Ah, a dreaming tree. There could be worse fates— until the forest fire comes.
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rejectomorph
flying_blind
Spell
The air is probably cooler than it feels, but it enfolds me like an invisible blanket, holding my body heat close. I have the urge to run, just to make the air seem to move, to feel it flowing around me, but the stillness has crept into my bones, and I barely move myself. Something has cast a spell on the night, and there seems to be nothing that can break it. I wonder if I will be caught in it forever? Maybe I am not myself. Maybe I am one of those mute trees standing sentinel, and have dreamed this human life. Ah, a dreaming tree. There could be worse fates— until the forest fire comes.
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