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#you an insignificant fleck on its mossy skin. where were you even going in the first place? does it matter?
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Vast domain: at the end of your street is a stand of trees, and one day you duck beneath them for shade. The trees go on further than you thought, and you have a few minutes to kill, so you step closer, looking at the bark and the branches. It’s beautiful, so you stroll further into the trees, and the trunks grow wider, and the trees grow taller. You wonder at the difference in the light, before realizing there is no direct sunlight. You turn around to walk out, but there are still so many trees. It’s getting later and you’re beginning to be worried, so you climb one tree, hoping to see your street, your house. You finally find sunlight, but looking around you, all you see is a sea of leaves, rustling in the pale autumn wind. Climbing down the tree takes so much longer than climbing up, and as you drop to the fallen leaves beneath you, you feel the age of the forest on every side. It has lived so much longer than you have. It spreads further than you can walk. You can pick any direction you like, but it won’t matter. Leaving is no longer an option. The forest is endless. Are you?
Ohh damn I love the idea of the Vast as an endless forest. Y'all are so good at this I love your actually well written mini statements they fucking rock.
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