Wandering Dreams

[theastralcrow]

a little froggie in a little wizard hat 

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there is no wrong way to draw frogs~

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My favourite Choya cactus-man Sylvari Canach uwu

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- Entry No. 4 -

"Who do you miss? What do you wish you could share with that person?"

I do miss a couple of people.

Two, who maybe could have been my friends now if I had talked to them some more. If we had met more times, we would maybe still be talking to one another today. We could have had more time to share our interests or even find some common ones.

The other person is someone I have known for a long time. We always have been best friends. The disheartening fact is that they live a big distance away from me and meeting them in person is always difficult. But we still talk with each other, share things we achieved and play some games together when time allows it.

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- Entry No. 3 -

"What places represent safety to you?"

My safety place is somewhere, where I feel at peace. No one to judge me for the things some could view as weird.

Every time I'm with my friends, I feel like I can just let loose and let all the thoughts escape, which I normally never give a voice.

They would listen with an understanding ear every time. Always cheer me up when I'm upset.

I am happy that I have many little safety places around me.

And I will always welcome them with open arms if they should have a problem themselves.

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- Entry No. 2 -

“Here the trees sparked with fireflies and the sky was the cloudy purple of a ripe plum. She had reached the heart of the wood.”

The little wood sprite made her way further into her home. Many small, glowing fireflies followed her to her final destination.

She went further and further into The Wood with her companions. 

As she was sucked deeper into The Wood with each step, the barks of the trees turned into a shimmering light blue, in the sky more and more clouds blocked out the sun and golden sunrays changed their colour to a deep purple, staining the sea of clouds.

The ancient magic flowed through every tree, flower and pebble in this forest. It made the sprite feel whole and cared for.

After she reached her resting place deep inside The Wood, the fireflies joined her in one last meal before flying away to wherever they came from. 

But they would visit the sprite again. 

After all, everyone loved the peace of The Heart of The Wood.

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- Entry No. 1 -

“They sang a lullaby like the ones their mother had sung when they were younger, and sure enough, after a long while, the spirit quieted - and after a longer while, the spirit spoke.”

For a long time, our family has gained its powers from the Spirit of the Moon. It was worshipped by singing the ancient columns passed down through our ancestors. The Spirit of the Moon loved hearing the magical words of its long-forgotten mother tongue. Only a few could speak it and even fewer dared to talk to the Spirit of the Moon. The Spirit, lonely as it was, never failed to listen to our families prayers, wishes and incantations, but it never replied. Our Guardian must have had its reasons to remain silent, and we respected it not any less because of it.

After one of the many rituals we performed today, we silently gazed upon the Moon. Just like every time.

But this night felt very different.

No wind. No clouds. No stars.

Only the full Moon.

We didn't think anything special.

And then …

The Moon sang for the first time for us.