OIA'I'O
the longer i live
You sit absolutely silent, absolutely motionless. With your legs tucked up against your chest and your back against the upper portion of one of the trees, you appear for all your stillness like a rather large knot. You have no ideas in this form, not really. Instead you are an amalgamation of nature, held together by magic and the slowing of your heartbeat. No eyes but you see, no ears but you ear.
You wish to pull out your notebook and record what it is you are witnessing, to transcribe everything in detail, but you worry that your presence might disrupt the pattern of things. So instead you try and commit as much of it to memory as possible, vowing to record it all as soon as this strange encounter is over.
Oia lurks, *can't be seen.
You wish to pull out your notebook and record what it is you are witnessing, to transcribe everything in detail, but you worry that your presence might disrupt the pattern of things. So instead you try and commit as much of it to memory as possible, vowing to record it all as soon as this strange encounter is over.
Oia lurks, *can't be seen.
the longer it feels
