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My body is in a constant, dull ache.. I can't stop trembling..
Now, as I rest, the rain is pouring over my spent body, washing away my weariness, cleansing my mind of fright, of worry..
The sound of the drops hitting my trumpet-horns pings in my ears, like a music box playing too fast. It's a pleasant sound, really..
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Only last night I fell into a cloud of terror as the fog closed in on the Forest.. the sun was choked out and the trees, the grass, my flowers.. all lost their luster, their color, and were replaced with rolling sheets of dense white and unsettling sounds..
I don't think I've ever been so afraid in the span of my existence.. if I have, I have no memory of it..
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That evening started with my initial reaction.. I couldn't find the color of the sun in my flowers and I whispered to them, cried to them..
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They wouldn't bob or sway.. or whisper back.. what little I had for my own in the Forest had become lifeless and silent to me.
I couldn't feel content or settled in their company.. and the fog loomed..
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Soon enough, I was approached by a face I recognized: the doe, Tally. I'm not sure if she was aware at first of the effect that the weather was having on me.
When she strayed, I followed, calmly at first..
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But horror was creeping its way deeper into my belly.. I walked faster, more erratically..
I hugged close to her body, to trees, backing myself to them and shrinking away as far as I could. I cried and cried.. and ran, hiding, and cowering, until my body was begging me to rest..
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I'm ashamed of my behavior.. but I.. I-I lost control..
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She left, finally..
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And I ran..
I ran and ran.. I bellowed to the wind that carried those sickly clouds towards me and ran ever more.. I lost my way from my patch of gray, lifeless friends more than once.. I remember at one point sleeping near fallen logs, another time under the Oak..
Even the great tree's protection wouldn't settle my nerves..
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Tired, delirious, I wandered through the darkened trees.. at some point I collapsed and fell asleep..
I hope this is one thing I forget, someday.. I hope with all of my soul that I forget..
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Excuse my poor writing skills. These events may not be accurate, my memory's almost as bad as his. xD
