From The Firestarter’s Eyes: Introducing Lize
Day-by-day, Lize plays the role of the scientist, data and measurements and objectivity. Alone, they learn something entirely different than what sterile numbers teach.
They go to the forest for research. They go to the forest to prove the importance of nature.
Lize goes to the forest because it’s home.
Hazy fog on green leaves on a blue sky peeking through the canopy. Dark brown on faded gray on dirt blocked by foliage.
Thorns and thorns and spicebush. As they race through the underbrush, spiderwebs catching on their skin, the sharp scent smacks them harder than the twigs scraping their face.
Birdsong so tangible it’s near visible, the fourth primary color. Notes twinkle and crack, harsh and gentle, painted with thin strokes and broad strokes and with colors Lize can’t see. They want to hear it every single day of their life, will protect the woodlot with their life--
Suffocating smoke on red flames on brown shrivels, already consumed. The blue sky above a broken wasteland, gray haze in the air.
Silence. Unseen, opaque silence.
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