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[cryptic-mutterings]

A breeze passed through my tower this morning. It knocked over my inkpot, scattered my notes, and then promptly disappeared. This was not an accident. The wind has chosen violence today, and I will respond in kind.

[cryptic-mutterings]

I walked through a meadow today. It was serene, idyllic, perfect. Too perfect. The flowers swayed in time, the birds sang in harmony, and I can only conclude this was some elaborate plot concocted by that nettlesome warlock to lull me into complacency. I am not fooled.

[cryptic-mutterings]

There’s something hypnotic about snow. The way it falls, soft and steady, covering the world in a temporary stillness. Beneath the snow, roots twist, creatures burrow, and the earth churns. I stood on the parapet this morning, watching the snow gather on the trees, the rooftops, the fields. It’s beautiful, I suppose. Beauty without chaos is just a distraction, the words told to me long ago echo in my ears. Yet distraction, I’ve learned, can be fertile ground for what lies hidden to take root.

[cryptic-mutterings]

I asked a boulder for guidance. It didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t do anything, really. A masterclass in indifference.

[cryptic-mutterings]

There is a tree at the edge of the forest that I am certain is watching me. It does not move. It does not speak. But its presence is oppressive. I refuse to acknowledge it, which I assume only strengthens its resolve.

[cryptic-mutterings]

Nature is fascinating. For example, brambles appear to have an evolutionary trait designed specifically to trap wizard hats. I believe this warrants further study.

[cryptic-mutterings]

The hill waits for you, wild with thistles and song. Lie back against the sky and let the stars press their stories into your skin. They’ve been saving them for someone who knows how to listen.

[jescai]

"Things Fall Apart",Chinua Achebe (x)