#dnf things

This was before names had a meaning or a reason. This was when happiness came in form of a human picking poisonous mushrooms by the side of a path covered in white and purple heathers, mushrooms so poisonous that could kill a horse and all it would take was a small bite. And while he would pick them, a god hidden in a tree would do wonders by separating the poison from the mushrooms while giggling whenever he saw the human coming back again and again.

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“Are you going to tell me who you are or…?” “Who I am…? Ah, yes, yes. Who I am… who I am. Well, you see, I-“ “You seem to be a little confused. Are you alright?” “Yes yes. I’m- I’m alright. Yes, I’m alright. I think I’m alright.” “But seriously now, who are you? Are you a traveller by any chance?” "Yes, that’s right. I’m a traveller. I travel a lot. That’s what I do, yes.” "...Riiiight."

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