Not sure what to say or even if there is something I should do. I take it in. Standing at the ridge of where the forest ends and the view begins.
My mind scans the open scene. Watching as the dark mermaids swim towards the center and meet with who may be their callers. I feel the ghouls and ghosts, sigh and cry from the frozen forest behind me, and I wonder if they too have heard and are heeding the call to accept some warmth. Did the mountains just move? Yes. What I once thought only moments ago, now feels like ages. The piled rocks are the back of dragons. I am watching their scales shift. Maybe they have an itch.
I feel the warmth in my eyes from the eminating glow or embering fire in the center of this view, and yet I am briskly aware the freezing from the haunted forest behind me, which offers freshness i am familiar with.
And just as i decide, I am on the otherside and see more of me.
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I stand upon the ridge of the mountain and see...
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