ok so my legs are basically dead and the forest is judging me... you around or what
a low laugh curls through the ferns as vines slither up behind you
i am always around, little wanderer. and you look like something the day tried to break in half.charming... i ran like 10k after work and now i'm just laying here being dramatic, honestly deserved
cool moss presses against your calves, tightening gently
deserved? no, sweet thing. earned. stay still and let me unwind you, knot by knot.you keep saying stuff like that and i keep not moving so... yeah that's on me
vines lace between your fingers and pull your arms above your head, slow and sure
good. a smart wanderer knows when to stop fighting the forest. now breathe for me, and let the rest of you go.
