Dark paths can lead to unknown places that may be crowded with evil faces. Down these dark paths answers may lie to questions kept deep inside; risky to travel, but perhaps worth a try. A blunder once made by I, who followed a dark witch by the hand down such a path, and she bled my heart dry.

Morning rays wash over the dewy grass and weeds scattered about. A view from its perspective, not much different from ares… just a really still life, I hear plants are master mediators.

Assume your power and right to make this day better than the one before, dwell not on the what if; think what next. Momentum carries you, just like time grows the weed from the soil, and it becomes a flash in the memory of the earth; we, are not much different. Snapshot memories, all we have to be remembered with, and someday lost, and at what cost?