Misremembered Daylight, Remembered Moonlight
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Chapter 3: Moment of nostalgia - RECOLLECTION
All forms of life contain magical energy to some degree, it varies based on many factors such as size, complexity and divinity; people generally call this energy “spirits”. These so-called spirits fuel life, in their presence it blooms and flourishes, in their absence it wilts and all but disappears. Only once one individual comes to an end can the spirits move on to fuel another…
Today was a step in the right direction - Despite my tiredness I had tried to go outside, I remember reading sometime that fresh air is supposed to be good for the body and mind. Only after crawling my way down to the base of my home did I come to realise that the front door had become stiff and unmoving; not only had the forest claimed the door but it was ambitious enough to squeeze its fingers through the wood itself and intrude upon my home. It seems I have been sessile for far longer than I would be willing to admit.
At this point I was already quite tired but the idea of invading forces making their way throughout my own home put a sour taste in my mouth; it was quite a few floors before I could find the first window that still let in light. The act of climbing out and floating down must have looked quite unrefined, at least there was no one to watch, no one to judge my poor decisions.
The garden was more of a disgrace up close than what I ever could have imagined, if it were not for the overgrown rosebushes and exotic plants you would have thought that there was never a distinction between the natural order and the curated nursery. I had decided at that moment to burn it all down, I find relationships like this that have all but deteriorated are better left to fall apart, creating something new is far more efficient; especially considering the garden and I are not exactly on speaking terms. It took only a few seconds for the space around me to set ablaze; I knew the tower would not mind the flames but I still watched intently as the fire climbed the tower’s ivy, desperate to outpace its own smoke. It hurt just a little to watch my hard work from decades ago disappear before me, but as the forest retreated from my own destruction, my own power, it would be a lie to say I hadn’t felt rejuvenated in an instant.