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It has been quiet.







The trees sway sometimes in the restless breeze, it has rained, it has darkened but always the sun has shown in the end.








This is the way it has always been.








This is the way it will always be.











Beatuiful.












Lonely.












There are many names to describe such a feeling as these trees bring.












But now, after weeks of waiting, something is beginning















A stem climbs towards the sky.







































Leaves uncurl for the first time.














































Roots spread beneath the surface.































































New life beckons.







































The flowers have started to bloom.





























































Petals emerge from their pods.

























































They begin to shake out their wrinkles.























































Color bleeds into the grasses.





























































Burgeoning.























































































Finally in full bloom.



























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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Mostly a reminder, a transitional peice between the rest of Ird's plot. The creature is still torn between the void and returning. It has always been afraid and now it does not know how to stop that fear from consuming It. Fighting to return to those It left behind.