#04.retiree

[betweenlands]

haha tree man

[betweenlands]

You wake up.

It’s not cold, not hot, but the air clings to your skin like the mud already sticks to your shoes. You faintly recall that the term you’d use is “muggy,” only that implies sweltering heat… so, just humid, then.

The moss you’ve been sleeping on is growing onto your underclothes again; you dust it off before you put on the rest of your daily attire. Small bits of plant matter and dirt fall onto the stone floor, where they’ve also started growing.

You keep finding scraps of paper talking about this place as though it was a desolate wasteland, but that’s hardly true. So much grows here, so much that the growth itself is the problem.

But plants have never bothered you any. After all, you’re practically made of plant matter and ancient magic, so you fit into this climate just fine.