#same energy though

[sizzleitupwithmaria]

me stepping a foot outside of dublin: oh the jonmartin safehouse of it all.........

[mindfox-writes]

Imagine you're just a random person, living out in the middle of woods, enjoying life. Then one day, you get woken up by a great rumbling outside. When you walk out, you see that the gods have dropped a new forest on top of the one that used to be there to the north of your house. And it must have been the gods, only they could have done something like this. The border between the old forest and the new is a straight line, cut too long and too perfectly for anything found in nature. It goes on for miles, you are forced to turn back home before you can find the end.

And then you go into the new forest.

It is dead.

Despite being as verdant as the forest that used to stand there, it's dead. All of the plants are made of painted stone, and the dirt itself is mesh of cloth. No animals stalk it's fake trees, no fungi grow on them either. Despite the greenery around you, you stand in a land of death. What I'm saying is that artificial grass has to wild to bugs.