Garden song

Somehow she was still here. She didn't know how or why, but she was keen on taking advantage of it while she still could. Somehow she felt even more present now than she had since she'd died. Sure, she didn't quite feel fully physical- she felt no hunger, no pain, no fatigue. She simply felt her existence in a way she hadn't in many, many years. Instead of gliding over lands once familiar to her as if she was in a dreamlike state, she actually walked now, she could even see her paws hitting the ground when she looked down. It was a curious thing, and though she couldn't explain it or understand why she was able to return now she figured she ought to enjoy this semblance of existence while she still was able... not that the afterlife was worth complaining about, but it wasn't like she could take a vacation from it at will. As silent as a mouse she drifted over the plains that she knew as well as the back of her paw, even in the darkness she had no trouble navigating. She just wondered who she might find here, walking beneath the moonlight and weaving among the crystals and fungi.