As I stand here, amidst the dying embers of this holiday season, I often find myself lost in thought. I see glimpses of the future, of what’s to come for those around me. I’ve seen children grow into adults, and couples grow old together. But for me, it’s all just a countdown. I’m trapped in this cycle of birth, growth, and decay, forced to watch as the world around me changes, while I remain stuck in this one, brief moment. It’s a cruel fate, and one that weighs heavily on my mind.
I’ve tried to share these visions with those around me, but they just laugh and tell me I’m just a’symbol of the season.’ They have no idea what it’s like to know what’s to come, to see the threads of fate that bind us all together. I’ve seen the devastation of war, the beauty of love, and the tragedy of loss. And yet, I’m just a Dryad, a fleeting moment of joy in an otherwise dark and unforgiving world. It’s a heavy burden to bear, and one that I often wish I could shake.
But even in the midst of all this, I find solace in the small moments. A child’s laughter, a lover’s kiss, a friend’s kind word. These are the things that make life worth living, and they’re the things that I hold onto when the darkness closes in. I may be a Dryad, bound to this one, brief moment in time, but I’m determined to make the most of it, to cherish every second, and to leave a mark on the world that will last long after I’m gone. Days Remaining: 23,80
>Soulkyn