P:”?”
T:”It is told that the trees themselves are hallowed.”
P:”Hallowed?”
T:”And that in their presence 1 can be subjected to night-visions.”
P:”Presence?
Night…”
L:”You’re not going to repeat all she says?”
P:”…”
R:”?”
P:”I’m just trying to…”
R:”We should go.”
P:”I think…”
R:”?”
P:”…I should listen.”
I sit.
Another sandwich.
Just a sandwich.
It was waiting to be eaten…
T:”Randomness.
4 Species.
As you watch their reflection…
In the Pond.”
I’ve heard that.
I wasn’t eating back then.
T:”Autumn.
Her Purple Mantle.
Drenched.
Exquisite.
Her perfume exudes her intentions.
A call.
Amplitude.
Quietness.
And a droplet of fresh water.
A call for the senses.
She bears this fragrance of eternity.
Bearing & Born.
Her body.
This vessel, falls.
You watch.
From the surface of the Pond.
You stare at her.
Her dream ends.
With Dusk.”
P:”Hey…”
L:”?”
T:”Something came to you.”
P:”I’m not very focused…”
R:”Think about that.”
P:”Air’s fresher at night.
We go out.”
R:”What are you-
?!”
P:”I want to come back.
And hear the end of the Tale.“
T:”Understood.”
L:”?”