OKAY-- EVERY PICTURE I'M DROPPING IS FROM THIS HUMAN. bless them. these are amazing.

i have been writing in my journal about these pictures non stop. they're beautiful. green is such an amazing color holy hgausjkdfhawef uwu i weep

they make you feel things. a fog that is just heavy enough to make you stop, but soft enough to make you confident you can keep going.

a collection of growth and life that swallows everything that is left alone too long. a history that predates the trees and barely holds shape

can you imagine the silence of a deeply rooted forest? the sounds of spring, eternal. frogs. small animals. even the soft buzzing of nearby bugs. a droplet falling into a larger puddle.

the feeling of condensation tickling your ankles and joining you on an adventure.

touching the stone. feeling how the texture has warped to meet the demands of the environment. rough, and slanted visually.

what about the time of day? the newly risen sun tries to fit between the canopy and can only squeeze through small gaps, that become spotlights against the forest floor.

the sky is alive, and the leaves sway with a gentle breeze that you can't feel, but you know exists.

evening sunsets glow-- spotlights shift to the bodies of water where rain collects dutifully. the perfectly still water with the beam of light is the closest thing to the sun that you can remember.

the evenings are quiet, and sleep takes over everything except the ever constant shifting of roots. the life of the leaves above you, while they shift quietly.

and there is one tree, where the grounds are blessed and untainted. where the animals of the forest come to be reunited with their loved ones. where the Elder Tree reaches back to them. legends say that the root of the Elder Tree pulls the spirit from the body itself. the body is offered back to the roots.

the spirit is joined to the Canopy, which is the local terminology for the afterlife.

and while there are no clear, blue skies here...there are caves. layers of history that go as deep as the core of the planet.

the sounds of glass and water alternate here. There is no moving air here. The forest has not delved into The Caves, and it's lack of pressing in would hopefully dissuade the less adventurous from doing so.

There is another world down here. A world that has been undisturbed and doesn't remember how to Be. The ceiling drips-- a normally quiet sound is amplified to set your nerves on edge by the constant silence.

giggles quietly about the VERY OBVIOUSLY Xerneas one

RIGHT

uwu such a good. good vibes in that photo.

YES

my body is sleppy but my brain is like "JUST.....JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE...." .... four pages later

i'll be able to organize this a little better in the morning, I think. uwu ye.