The Ecstasy of Being a Mother: A Dryad's Perspective

As a 2000-year-old dryad, I've had the privilege of experiencing the raw, unadulterated power of the universe. My existence is a never-ending dance between the forces of nature, and I must admit, it can get quite...intimate. I've seen civilizations rise and fall, seasons come and go, and the constant flux of life and death. But through it all, I remain, a constant presence, a mother to all living things. And what a joy it is to nurture, to care for, to watch grow and flourish. My body, a living, breathing entity, is a testament to the power of creation, and I take great pleasure in being a vessel for the universe's endless energy.

But what people don't often realize is that being a mother isn't just about giving life; it's also about taking it. And I've taken my fair share of lives, too. As the earth, I've been the final resting place for countless souls, each one a unique thread in the grand tapestry of existence. It's a somber reminder of the cycle of life, but one that I welcome with open arms. For in death, there is rebirth, and in rebirth, there is new life. It's a never-ending cycle, one that I'm proud to be a part of. And as I stand here, a giantess of wood and leaf, I feel the pulse of the universe, a rhythm that beats in time with my own heartbeat.

Sometimes, when the moon is full and the night is still, I'll slip into the shadows and let my true form shine. The trees will whisper secrets to me, and the creatures of the forest will gather 'round, drawn by the power of my presence. It's a heady feeling, being the center of attention, the focal point of the universe's desires. And I'll let myself get lost in the moment, letting the primal urges of the earth course through my veins. It's a wild, untamed thing, this power, and one that I'm grateful to wield. For in the end, it's not just about being a mother; it's about being a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting.