Last night I dreamt of a forest. Dark trees, shining Moon. Deep night and the shining moonlight. Litter of leaves, damp mud beneath.
But the trees. Sentinels, guardians. Trunks straight, proud. Branches dark, strong. I walked and breathed. I could smell the pine, the leaves and even the moonlight. I was among giants and not afraid. I touched each trunk as I passed. I knew their names, called to them. They are angels, guardians. I was safe, secure. The forest breathed in and out with me. I was home. I belonged. The trees loved me. I knew them, they knew me. No birds, no bats. Just me and the trees.
The night was a blanket covering us all. I saw the depths of the forest laid out, a city of trees. I felt the magic of their protection all around me. I was home. I was home.
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