MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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Deep in the woods...
In the early few days of September, the weather gradually grows colder and the skies greyer. The leaves begin to wilt and spot brown, the grass loses its vibrancy and becomes dull, and the birds begin to tweet a little less. It is a sign that life is leaving, and the world is dying.
But many find that beautiful; death.
It is the time of year that death surrounds all, and instead of grieving we point and awe, basking in its beauty of numerous colors. Some seek that beauty outside of their front yard and in the land of trees stretching farther than the eye can see, where they're surrounded by the Earth's natural state, and the animals without a conqueror. They want the great outdoors spent under the vast night sky and twinkling stars, with a bonfire to sit around or dance around, laughing, singing, and holding one another. They blind their eyes to the dangers around them, the death, the predator versus the prey, the natural order that is uglier than what they convince themselves to see.
The same could be said for seven friends who took a little trip, camping in the woods around the city of Belbridge. They had spent three nights together, cuddled up against the growing cold weather. The last day they would spend together before returning to their places scattered across the country.
The day was turning into an afternoon. The sun would be soon to set. And if they hoped to make it home before darkness covered their path, they had to leave now.
@Lyrikai @peach @MrCalcium @Ghostie @DemonLordCry @Lulunopia
But many find that beautiful; death.
It is the time of year that death surrounds all, and instead of grieving we point and awe, basking in its beauty of numerous colors. Some seek that beauty outside of their front yard and in the land of trees stretching farther than the eye can see, where they're surrounded by the Earth's natural state, and the animals without a conqueror. They want the great outdoors spent under the vast night sky and twinkling stars, with a bonfire to sit around or dance around, laughing, singing, and holding one another. They blind their eyes to the dangers around them, the death, the predator versus the prey, the natural order that is uglier than what they convince themselves to see.
The same could be said for seven friends who took a little trip, camping in the woods around the city of Belbridge. They had spent three nights together, cuddled up against the growing cold weather. The last day they would spend together before returning to their places scattered across the country.
The day was turning into an afternoon. The sun would be soon to set. And if they hoped to make it home before darkness covered their path, they had to leave now.
@Lyrikai @peach @MrCalcium @Ghostie @DemonLordCry @Lulunopia
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