by Firetra » 12/26/2021 9:04 PM
But, it continued onward. Aimlessly through this unknown forest, the sun never seeming to grace the floor of this godforsaken place. And as much as this spirt knew deep down that this was fair, it couldn't help but want to know what happened. The spirit would desperately try to look into the recesses of it's mind to try and dig up some sort of lost memory bank, but each time it would seemingly get close, some unknown force would pull it back out and the spirit would return to it's reality.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but ourselves
And Immortality
- Emily Dickinson