Whose woods these are I think I know...
May. 27th, 2015 04:14 pmHe looks around him, at the verdant glade, at the tranquil pool, at his surroundings so teeming with life that everywhere he looks, there is green and glowing and growing things. The vines nearby dip into the water as if drinking from it, and he reaches out to touch one, and isn't surprised at all when it pulses under his fingertips, a heartbeat strong and steady. He takes his shoes off, curls his toes in the emerald moss, and feels it curl back against him, its heartbeat palpable, softer but no less present.