rises the moon

Her question did not fall on deaf ears. The happy creature nodded, smiling softly, and pushed on the tree to reveal... a door. The fuck? Heading into the tree the guide led her, but the inside of the tree was by far the most confusing part of this dream. It was huge inside, with carved out paths and floors. Everywhere she looked there was something fucking weird. "This is some freaky shit." Don't do drugs kids. Absinth recalled a really stupid saying from back when she was a child, though it had been more of a joke than anything. There were creatures here... nothing she could see clearly though. He guide came to a stop, motioning to the top of the tree with a desperation Absinth sneered at. What was she going to have to do? What the hell was up there? Absinth carefully searched her surroundings, seeking an plausible way to get up there.

Absinth is choosing wisdom.


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