Out of the Box

Annwyn's keen gaze followed Talyssa’s every move, her words echoing through the quiet, frozen landscape. The intricate dance of creative thinking, as Talyssa described, was something Annwyn understood well in her own harsh terms. She had learned to navigate not just the physical mazes of the wild but the mental and emotional labyrinths that life had thrown at her.

As Talyssa gestured to the willow tree, Annwyn's gaze lingered on its bent form, recognizing the resilience in its adaptation. Oh lovely willow, such strength and power. The lesson of flexibility and strength in the face of burden was not lost on her. She observed the group, wondering if they held any strong beliefs like she; but likely not. Though she remained distant, Annwyn could appreciate the value of Talyssa’s words, even if her own path had led her to a different kind of understanding. Maybe one day she would find a soul to redeem her own.

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