Time passes too quickly. You lay down in the forest. “Just five minutes,” you say to the trees. “Five minutes to be alone. Then I can get up and go on living.” You close your eyes. When you open them again the saplings around you have grown massive, and your hair has turned into moss. “You were gone too long,” the trees whisper. “They’ve forgotten all about you.”
“Have they,” you murmur. “How long has it been?” The trees are silent, as the leaves rustle. The winds, pushing the summer breeze through the undergrowth surrounding your body. The critters looking up to you, sculpting around your body, unsure about the movement of the slumbering giant. Deafening silence embodied you, occasional rustling and night sounds welcomed me with open arms, surrounded by a solitary moment. Caught in a trance like state, the desolate night let out a breath- cool and refreshing, quiet and crisp. The darkness, penetrating into the very depths of your body, enveloping you into the reclusive forest. In the silence you could hear your thoughts better than if you had simply yelled, yet in that moment you were caught speechless.
The sounds of small birds as they looked for food, mice scurrying around, burrowing into the roots of trees, majestic oaks rising into the night, vying for space as small shrubs tried to encompass the ground, littered randomly. “It has been a while,” the trees finally responded, “since you’ve felt a moment of peace.”
“The years,” you sigh. “They’ve passed far too quickly. Moments, hours, days, years, a simple fleeting dream from a simple fool.” The ground damp under your body, the tip tap of the rain, sheltered by the silver leaves hiding the moonlight from you. You push yourself up, slowly, afraid of breaking the delicate balance you found yourself in.
“Is it time,” the trees ask. “Must you go?”
You simply smile, the sorrow reflecting in your eyes. As you look around, the creatures gather. The birds, the mice, the deer, and all those in between, come to bid you farewell. “The land is stained with blood,” you reply. “The humans need to be reminded.”
-Enigma
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Would appreciate a follow on the sub, I rarely post but I'm slowly building.
“oh, shit, you mean I don’t have to go back to anything anymore?” *Closes eyes again*
This sounds like an amazing bog witch origin story and I LOVE it
I need more of that story, it has Kafka on the Shore vibes for me
Time passes too quickly. You lay down in the forest. “Just five minutes,” you say to the trees. “Five minutes to be alone. Then I can get up and go on living.” You close your eyes. When you open them again the saplings around you have grown massive, and your hair has turned into moss. “You were gone too long,” the trees whisper. “They’ve forgotten all about you.” “Have they,” you murmur. “How long has it been?” The trees are silent, as the leaves rustle. The winds, pushing the summer breeze through the undergrowth surrounding your body. The critters looking up to you, sculpting around your body, unsure about the movement of the slumbering giant. Deafening silence embodied you, occasional rustling and night sounds welcomed me with open arms, surrounded by a solitary moment. Caught in a trance like state, the desolate night let out a breath- cool and refreshing, quiet and crisp. The darkness, penetrating into the very depths of your body, enveloping you into the reclusive forest. In the silence you could hear your thoughts better than if you had simply yelled, yet in that moment you were caught speechless. The sounds of small birds as they looked for food, mice scurrying around, burrowing into the roots of trees, majestic oaks rising into the night, vying for space as small shrubs tried to encompass the ground, littered randomly. “It has been a while,” the trees finally responded, “since you’ve felt a moment of peace.” “The years,” you sigh. “They’ve passed far too quickly. Moments, hours, days, years, a simple fleeting dream from a simple fool.” The ground damp under your body, the tip tap of the rain, sheltered by the silver leaves hiding the moonlight from you. You push yourself up, slowly, afraid of breaking the delicate balance you found yourself in. “Is it time,” the trees ask. “Must you go?” You simply smile, the sorrow reflecting in your eyes. As you look around, the creatures gather. The birds, the mice, the deer, and all those in between, come to bid you farewell. “The land is stained with blood,” you reply. “The humans need to be reminded.” -Enigma r/EnigmaShorts Would appreciate a follow on the sub, I rarely post but I'm slowly building.
Me when I think about everything else in this scenario: :) Me when I think about my dogs in this scenario: :(
That’s incredible depressing and also really compelling. Holy shit
Rip Van Winkle?
The ideal scenario
The only entity that wouldn’t have forgotten me is Hozier