[SE] [SWE] to share the space with simple living things

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The Sword had never been to this portion of the desert, as he tended to avoid the latter most of the time. Recent ventures, and the necessity of providing aid to the ongoing sanctions sunken in by the void, had him advancing across the sands, to an outcropping and an abundance of greenery – making sense, given the parameter and proximity to the Greatwood. He didn’t expect the towering tree, but it was exactly as Ronin had mentioned in recent letters – meaning there would be a dual purpose here. Already prepared, with several papers settled in his bag of holding, his long strides took him towards the base of the timber, glancing upwards to the long boughs and the pods nestled amidst. There were stark reminders of other days and years in the same balance – snagging at flowers to ward away blights, or draw another disease from their depths. Hopefully the same could be done again. So he reached up to a branch slightly above his head, and pulled gently, before moving aside and away for another to do the same. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace