You wonderful person. :3
I got started on a thing, I'll try to get it finished soon.

Another thang, I hope that's alright.
And thank you for accepting my artwork. ♥

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Slowly I was getting used to the return of thrill. I was getting old, and at the same time I was not. Many of my peers around me have experienced what could I only put my deepest hopes in. But the things were nearing the right direction.
Endless bliss of sunlight, no matter what moment in time it were, could sound like a great blessing, but after a few months it can get as bothersome as when one tries to sleep during the time of dawning. Not that I would rant. I do not own a right to do so, given such a precious thing that life alone is. But I missed my days.
The days when I was young. Ah, I shall be young forever, my bad. I mean, thou, much younger than I am at the moment. Ah, as much as these moments make me feel embarassed of my own, they make me laugh as well. It was not my fault, as we all evolve, and we all end up hating our younger selves at one point. My gift has made a return. The blue darkness and oddly stale air heated up from the sun endlessly present before. Sensation of blurred light and shadow when only flames, some of regular sizes, some more than intimidating made it clear as if it were daytime along with most certainly oversized mushrooms that bloomed all over the area had me as more hungry for another experience as more they were far away, and as more the possiblity they won't return grew. At the same time, it was dissolving. But oh, it was so blurred. I perhaps speak against myself, but I could not read it anyway.

After what seemed to be an endless desert, it came back. I have seen the Twilight, but mainly, I have experienced the stinging cold of October fog, the noise and density of running crowds and mainly I have had the chance to interact with the Big Zombie Deer himself. Getting a dead pelt over my soul was, as much as I wished for it, a horrifying experience at first. But after finding out what something so far more than alien to me was I was satisified and proud of myself for I have actually managed to hunt it down. One can get used to being an undead deer as much as being an alive one, plus it can be reversed back at any time. That's just the nature of our magic, but I bet you know well what do I mean.
My objects were done. I have seen weather changes, I have met the Deer and I have gotten these rare items thrown on my very existence. I wasn't wishing for anything else. Oh wait, I would lie to you. I was, but it was as unexcepted and faint that it was as if I was not.
I was satisified.

But then a day came. It started more than fine; sunlight bliss, as if nothing even happened at all before. To my luck I have, at least, found a group of familiar ones to hang out with. I should not say that, but when there is no one to share moments with, this life gets quite boring, even if a special weather takes place.
We were playing just by the Ruins, when the air began to quickly change.
And then, the bliss was no more. Instead I was getting deaf to anything but the thundering of the rain drops falling all over the Forest, including my skeleton pelted back. Cold sensation.
Luckily my face was just fine, being covered with the scary skull mask that I finally had the chance to obtain.
I blinked, and to my amazement, the mushrooms I saw last time as a little kid were all over the Forest.
I could have been more aware. I knew they were watching somehow, but more than that, no one could prepare me for what was next.
With happiness reaching extreme levels I ran to the Statues to bow. I thought this will do, but to my surprise, no one was around. I looked all around myself, not a single being was there. Did they shelter themselves from the rain somewhere? No. I would have felt it.
The area was dead.
As I have focused on sensing the presences of another glowing halos in my land, something told me to head to the Birch. An strong aura, as if someone had gone there. But for what? I could really go and take a look.

With devout glow following me I ran there, suddently getting pushed by the density and noise the huge crowd of most likely every existence present made as I was joining their as if automated doing. And then a sound I have never heard before, an unique metallic resonance sent a chill down my already cold spine.
I could have looked before my self sooner, because She was there.
Oh yeah, that's right. Her body of a size no one could ever reach was busy spinning all around as She gave rare masks to anyone who dared to come too close, masks they could have gotten only from the willing God Deer, oh God Deer in all their ways, and no one else.
With the whole sensation blurred significantly with my bursting happines I became selfish and tried to get myself as close to Her as possible - oh, it was more or less hard throught all the crowd - only to be the last one to get a mask. I have gotten a blue one and even got nuzzled by the imposing existence as I bowed my head down and deep.

And now I lay there, in an alone place, only you and me. As if blinding noise of millions of rain drops mercilessly hitting anything they can throught the gloom of the rainy day, repeatedly leaking all over my existence again and again. But my body burns, although I do nothing.
For I have gotten what I wanted. I do not lie to you, now.
The awesome experience violently rejects any trace of leaving my mind and I can still see, hear and possibly even feel all the amazing effects that I was present for. Flowers claiming a huge area along with growing grass. Fireworks of flowers. Hundreds of fireflies of devout glow. Walking, so much walking in the walks of joy. Pastel colored bubbles as if of paradise itself covering the Statues.
And now I lay there, with you, the mask being seemingly the only sign of me experiencing my first Abiogenesis.

That's 50€ raised on the first day! Congratulations and thank you everyone! That's like, 5 months worth of a 10€ subscription.

We reached our first milestone, but we cannot stop here. We must go deeper.
Reach for 100€ everyone? Can we do it?

Jennie-- That was a very enjoyable read! I love that you chose the first-person perspective for this. It has a very natural style to it. And yes, that feeling of endless tiring sunlight is all too familiar. You really described all the different feelings and sensations well.
Thank you so much for writing about the Abiogenesis. ♥

Shadowfly-- Ahh yes poetry <33
You have really no need to be shy about your writing. It is absolutely magical. I can't even begin to describe how lovely this is. But it's such an extremely unique and beautiful take on forest creation and so highly imaginative, I'm in love. Especially the second verse/stanza.
little one you have to grow
and learn that you are not here
to solemnly look beautiful, no

Thank you so much. This is an amazing contribution.


I'm heading off for the night now so apologies if I'm late with replies and things. Thanks again to everyone for making this so much fun. It's a true delight to see how creative everyone is and how unique everyone's perspectives are.

"Velocity and his zombie deer"
Don't be afraid, its only death you see

Starfox: Really nice drawing! For some reason, I really like the deer in the background ♥ And poor little guy-his position almost reminds me of a scared cat XD

This is such an awesome idea, and so kind of you as well! Tracking for later, as I think I'll try drawing something else with a human face c:

In contrast to Starfox's painting...

I should say thank you for donating to the forest in such a creative way, (and in such a beautiful layout too!) and for motivating me to enjoy the Forest as it is.
it might be. im not saying anything

Thank you Charrusekt. I hope I can keep people engaged.

I'll try to think of something! Track!!

Nameless got its first mask or Favourite place is pond
i dont know if its good but i try it! I hope I helped a little bit. :3 I do not know what you will enjoy more! It's up to you!

So awesome how much is being raised. Tempted to give a try myself.

It's a lot of fun to see all the different kinds of art styles. <3 So many pretty new arts!

Flat, that's lovely! I love the details you put into the ground, even though it's just a sketch. <3

Unplugged - you rock hard. Everybody contributing - you do, too. ♥

Wow Kicy3 it looks like you put so much effort into that drawing! I love how detailed everything is and I love the saturated colors. The trees with the moon in the background look amazing.
Thanks so much for your contribution <3

You golden loon.

Give it a good pluck, people.
Let us enjoy the many voices of this forest.

I'm in and I'm gonna repeat commenting people before that you are wonderful person Unplugged ♥

<3 thank you so much Dampir.

Aaahh Alison. I'll hold off on commenting and making the entry official for now until you finish it. But gosh suffice to say I'm excited for this already.

Have a fawner

*bumps gently*

With a doubt, it was colder than usual that evening. This did not seem to affect the ram, though, as the chilly breeze could not penetrate those masses of gray fur resting upon the bare skin of his neck. Light rays coninuted to slither through the trees as the creature padded toward a nearby clearing in the Forest. He could feel his essence- the light of his pictogram like a nobel crown- resting delicatly above his skull. It resonated a feeling of joy when he could not bare to stand, at times.

His tired eyes surveyed the land with a loving nature to his gaze. He could see the Crying Idol, soaked in a pure orange light. Sunset. The never-ceasing bubbling of the stream calmed him in ways not thought possible. And, from a distance, the Old Oak was also visible. His ears could almost pick up on that beautiful humming sound radiating from it's core. The sound he had grown to know and love.

Here the ram stood. Looking over the land he had seen but a thousand times, yet never did it grow old. In this instance, right here and right now, he felt like a king. And all the others were kings and queens of this beautiful land. Both the Gods and the trees and the birds and the deer; all inhabitants were a part of this incredible existance. Only they could ever know the language of the forest, and hear it's spirit so loud as to blow an eardrum. He stood- enlightened. Close.

Thoughts the ram conjoured began to spiral into darkness. Before laying his weathered figure down to rest, he took one glance up to the sky as the golden sun erupted in what could sound like a dying wail. Only to then sing again as it would rise the next morning and motivate the birds to dance.

And the ram was so happy. So happy to be a part of the endless cycle this Forest embodied. If ever were he to leave, his soul would remain here, and become an endless existance itself. True and pure peace.

Hope this is okay. 8<