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Dragons, that's just terrible. I hope she turns up soon.. And that they have her chipped, in case someone else finds her. Though, I'm pretty sure the castle is a ways away from where I live. If she winds up all the way out here, I'd be really impressed.

At first, you think nothing has changed. The chamber remains dark, soundless, still. Have you been rejected by the gods you sought to serve? But no, as your eyes adjust further to the gloom, you see that something is different. A tiny splash of green in the stone beneath you. A little plant, poking out from the sea of grey. He whispers to you in a voice soft and determined. "You can't grow if you give up at every turn," he says. You kneel to lower your hand to the shoot, feel its dewy smoothness against your skin. As you touch it, the plant grows around your arm, twining up to your shoulder. "Plants want to grow, it's their nature," he says. "And we want to help them. That's our nature." Where the shoot has circled your arm, a dark green shadow is forming, flushing over your skin. "It's a hard path to walk. Everything will stand against you. But we are the power of trying anyway, and in the end, we will persevere." You feel yourself shrinking, your body compacting and slithering into the stonework below - but as you do, he grasps your vines in his, and shows you a great sight. Roots, snaking below the dirt, connecting everything into one great mass. An ancient web that has survived countless years before your birth, and will live countless years from now. And you are one small part of it. Eagerly, you join with him and begin to burrow deep. Your work is just beginning.

what is known is what is safe. your fear is never inside you, always somewhere else. your home is the best place in the world; all other places are scary. the people you already know are better than anyone else. so you go on, playing with broken toys, wearing dead people's clothes. you can be torn down to shreds, abused, tortured and miserable. but at least you know where it comes from, which gives you a sense of comfort and even control. the unknown hides dangers you don't understand, so it scares you. but alongside the dangers, you miss the wonder, adventures and opportunities that you could've otherwise had. my guess is that you've dealt with grief and loss.