🌼… a story about the past.
*Your vision flickers, and suddenly, you’re in a meadow. Its warm here. Theres a slight breeze blowing through the waves of golden grasses around you. Your back is pressed up against a tree. Looking up, the sky is a lovely shade of blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. One looks like a dog, you think.*Looking down, there is an open sketch book in your lap. The page is littered with doodles of goat monsters, flowers, and a familiar-looking human with a striped sweater. There is the sound of a child’s playful shriek nearby. You don’t look up- you know who it is. You smile. Its not like they can see you anyways.*Your clothes are different. Dark blue jeans and a black tanktop. There is a discarded button-up plaid shirt next to you. Its far too nice out to be covering up. Carefully, you adjust your glasses and pick up your pencil, continuing to doodle.
*This isn't Gale. This isn’t their memory.
*You’re not supposed to be here.
--... Your vision is forced back into the void. Gale is still here, sitting down in a similar way to the woman you saw in the meadow. It looks like they’re dozing.
How strange. Though, if you ask for the impossible, its only natural you get a strange result.
