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Literature
Wild Soul The dark forest closes over me, chill air filling my senses with a scent of pines and glamourous mystery. I know how mystery feels. It's the scent of darkness, enchanted and tempting, for all who embrace the night. For all who are not afraid to tread the unatended paths. I dwell deeper into woody nightshade, my eyes gleaming in the shadows. My memories swirl, ravenous and mourning. You told me that woods were you sacred home. That your soul yearned for nature, it called you, with a silent but urgent voice. For me, every tree has your name engraved on the bark, every bough whispers your name. You were a wild creature, a spark of fire in the darkness. A wolf soul, who in his mind doesn't know boundaries set by this unforgiving world. I see you in these woods, free, untamed, a soul that never was chained by painful reality. A spirit who was tempted by mystery and allure of the night. A heart which was beating for the wilds, which resonated with mine on mystical level - a winter fae
I've become really fond of blending forms.
