a lone child and a fig tree
once upon time, a child and their family moved to a rural land by the edges of the Figmeran planes. there, ████ was alone. in the vibrant green plains that surrounded the lone child's home, they found comfort with a fig tree atop a quiet knoll. it too was alone. aged and gnarly, it was miles away from the woods that sat on the horizon. there they played their games; even ones that required more players with no one but the tree, and the birds that sat on its branches to watch them. each day they'd run off to play until they grew hungry. each day they'd go home, ever lonely.
on the thirteenth day, the lone child was alone no longer. neath the tree's shade, sat a girl their age, dressed in white, and veiled by long, dark hair. they didn't know where it came from, and neither knew it's name until they gave it one. and so, ████ and Jamie played together under the fig tree, season after season, cycling through all the games ████ remembered from their home. they ran in circles, climbed the branches, passed around a ball or two. soon the child began to bring food for the two. jamie never seemed to partake, but when the child left the snacks upon the tree's roots, there'd be nothing but an empty plate the next day, so they brought them still. one day, they even fixed up a simple tire swing on one of the tree branches on which the two would swing on for hours, often as if the wind itself was pushing the two along. as time went on, the child grew taller as the tree grew greener with thicker shade for the two to play under.
one day, the child didn't come. the next day was the same. for weeks, jamie waited. for years, the tree kept still. the lone child and their games steadily drifting from her memory along with each fallen leaf. one day, the winds that blew over the plains brought with it laughter. the girl faced to where it seemed to come from, and for the first time in thirteen years, left the tree's shade. in that very same moment, for the first time thirteen decades, the lonely knoll was left with nothing but grass, and a large patch of dirt from whence a fig tree once stood.
the girl found more playmates and with them more games; some new, some old, near-forgotten and remembered. all the time, a lone looming tree towered in earshot. but the girl never stayed, as the wind kept calling her with the voice of a memory. and so it haunted the Land, from one lone child to another, seemingly unaware of the same exact fig tree she keeps passing by, and never leaving the periphery.
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