Writing

Here and Now

It is not death most people are afraid of. It is getting to the end of life, only to realize that you never truly lived. There was a study done, a hospital study 100 elderly people facing death close to their last breath. They were asked to reflect about their life's biggest regret. Nearly all them said they regretted not the things they did... but the things the didn't do. The risk they never took the dreams they didn't pursue. I ask you... would your last words be; if only I had- hey,wake up.
Why do you exist? Life is not meant to be simply work, wait for the weekend and pay rent. No, no I don't know much. But i know this, every person on this earth has a gift. And I apologize to the black community but I can no longer pretend... Martin Luther King. That man never had a dream, that dream had him. See people don't choose their fate, fate choose them. SO the question I'm getting to...is do you have the courage to grab the fate that picked you?
That befits you and grips you, or will you let it get away and slip through? You know I learn a fact about air planes the other day. This was so surprising I was talking to a pilot and he told me that meany of his passengers think planes are dangerous to fly in. But he said actually...it is a lot more dangerous for a plane stay on the ground. I was lost...like how does that sound well he said because on the ground the plane starts to rust, malfunction and wear much faster than it ever would if it was in the air.
As I walked away I thought, yeah....makes total sense because planes were built to live in the skies. And every person was built to live out the dream they have inside. So it is perhaps the saddest loss to live a life on the ground...without ever taking off. See most of us are afraid of the thief that comes in the night to steal all of our things. But there is a thief in your mind who is after your dreams...his name is Doubt. If you see him call the cops and keep him away from your kids, cause he is wanted for murder for he has killed more dreams than failure ever did.
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once more i feel heavy and in bloom

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help me please

My name does not appear in the game, even though the login appears a rectangle in place of the name..
Help me please..

I need Help

I'm having a bit of trouble I go on the game but the name or the light that is supposed to be on the top of its head isn't there what do I do?

Respect the Fawns!

There has been complaints about Fawns that they are very annoying. Come on guys. Everyone used to be a fawn in this game, right? But theres been many deer that insult the Fawns because they are little, playful and loud. So please, respect the Fawns even though they disturb.

Yours truly, Auriea

Seamless

I am nothing and everything.
What's in a pelt? What's in a mask?
Magic blends endlessly in our veins.
I don't mind change.
Antlers are feathers that the wind effortlessly tousles
Antlers are bone that mark the soft bark.
A new mask here,
and different stains on my fur
I trot these woods alone.
I come like a hurricane.
And leave on the breeze
Seamlessly.
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Random whimsy Smiling I never have committed to a certain look. And tend to be a loner in the forest. Not necessarily out of choice. It's just my nature I suppose. I love this game so much and my time in the forest is like a vacation from my crazy brain.
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Just wanted to say, Hello.

Hey people, I am new here. (on page) I have been on for a mouth, (in game) But I just wanted to see whats it like being on The Endless Forest page, and see if people reply. I say the game is awesome, if you haven't download it, I say you should. (but you don't have too) I am drawing what my deer looks like, I will try too be on the page daily. If anyone wants, We can meet on game.
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Nyla- Spiritual Memories

This is going to be a page for my main deer, Nyla. Pardon the dust as I make CSS. Until then, here is her journal of updates. She is a primal druid/shaman, very gentle and dainty. Her soul-form is that of a deer, and she has newly been torn away from her home realm in a desperate gamble to end up anywhere safer than it. She roamed the new realm alone and lost, until, like a miracle, she sensed the familiar, comforting nature essence she thought the had lost forever. She approached, drawn like a moth to a flame....




7th Day, November

This place, it carries a concentration of the energies of nature I know, worship and channel at an incredible amount-- perhaps it is why I was drawn here in my aimless wanderings. Ever since I sent my sister and myself away (sadly forcing us to part- but I pray to better lands for us both), I have tread this unfamiliar realm with fear, without purpose, and feeling abandoned by the great nature spirits I hold so dear.

The energies dancing about this place....I have never sensed anything like it. It rules the woods, as far as both the naked and spiritual eyes can see. Upon entering it, I shed my born forme to take on the one of my soul, the representation of my bond to the grand nature deities. Usually, I must channel and deeply mediate to reach this form for short periods- yet here, when the threshold is passed, I feel free, and the switch is natural as taking off a heavy garment.

(to be continued, here's a pic from this day's exploration!)

! POEM about Lea !

It all began with birth.
You saw your weirdness.
But thoughts were too senseless,
And it will be till death.

They call you "little light",
They think you're good and kind,
But can they see your mind?
I think, you even can't.

You're lost, you need some help.
Who can give it to you?
No one, before you too
Can see you're just a helve.

P.s.: It's my first poem in English [u can easily notice it Laughing out loud ], but I tried to bring mystery to Asalia's story, later you'll be able to see it
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