The leaves have fallen, cast about my feet as I toil aimlessly about these woods.
Silent.
Some undefinable feeling grips the air, & I am lost to what it could mean.
I cast these notions aside, though.
I have dreamt a new dream, one of loss.
I can feel all at once.
He will deny himself, & only to those which give to him in return will he show his true nature.
Allow us to walk now, through these silent yet understanding woods.
From rivers past I find myself in a glen of sorts.
Here we stand, speaking no truths, only the absolute negation of all things understood.
A gentle breeze passes by, & I am at ease.
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