???? Script Help

Hello! this is a creative writing project pretending to be a script help blog. I'm assuming you're requesting actual advice and not creative writing bit (though I will do that if you're inclined)

The best way is to visit and take note.

Listen. The forest is talking to you. Every noise has meaning. The aural landscape is important. Warnings are here.

Size. Vastness and multitudes. Places so thick the sun will not shine. Patches of field. Creeks. Swamp. All of it is here. It goes on forever.

Flora. Trees young and old. Wildflowers along the ground. Moss hanging to tree tunks. Grass and shrubs. The greenery is breathing.

Fauna. Creatures of every kind. Large predators. Hoofed herbivores. Skittish rodents. Birds flitting through the trees. Things in the corner of your eye.

Decay. Death is everywhere. Fallen leaves. Fallen logs. Fallen creatures. Growth is here. Fungi and bacteria give the deceased back to the land.

Growth. The forest is alive and there is life. Little plants growing. Animals thriving. Death may come, but life always rises out of it.

(Not The Wound. Every wound is unique.)

The Moment. When the wound was inflicted. The rending. The injury. It's crystal clear. It's buried.

Sutures. Stitching it shut took effort. It required noticing a wound had happened. Sutures were vital, but frequently skipped.

Scar Tissue. An ugly scab will form. This is natural. You should not pick at it, but you will. This is also natural. Time will make a scar. You can poke this without blood.

Honesty. Everyone will ask. No one has a right to know. They will fill in their own ideas. This is a reflection of them, not you.

Reckoning. It was wrong. You didn't deserve it. Scream. Breath fire. Curse god.

Peace. You die. You are reborn. Each cycle makes it easier. Eventually you adapt to life with a wound.

Teeth. There are many. There is blood. Uncountable. Do not forget them.

Morality. Do your laws apply here? Do you dare to judge something inhuman by human standards? What gave you that right?

Residence. Creatures are found in the wild, but anywhere can be the wild. 

Skin. This is a costume. A mask. A triviality that covers reality.

Aggression. Or is it fear? Or wrath? Have you listened to what's behind those growls?

Eyes. Glowing. Bright. Luminous in the dark. Unblinking. Look away.

Senses. Too sharp. Hiding is an impossibility.

Understanding. Different than human. Other. A beast. We can't step into their skin, but they also they can't step into ours. Translation is impossible.

Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat. Listen to the beats. The beats can guide you. There are words in every pump of blood.

Scents. The smell of copper. Pennies. Rust. Fake metallic decay that means injurious life.

Hearts pump without rest. From before you are born until you die. They are exhausted but much never stop. Create like a heart.

Toughness of hearts. They are muscle and scar tissue, strong from constantly working. Weakness is imagined.

Breathe deeply and think about the blood. DO NOT LISTEN TO THE THISTLE

Wounds do not heal. Scar tissue is temporary

Ｍ Ｏ Ｏ Ｎ Ｌ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ

The second you extinguish a candle is the death of fire. Use this.

It is 3:00AM. Count your shadows. The extra is Ｕ Ｎ Ｋ Ｎ Ｏ Ｗ Ｎ

Why are you trying to write about the unknown? You have no respect for privacy

Do not sleep. Waking dreams will inspire you.