Noctis

“I atone to the earth, home of my body, and to my body, home of my spirit. I have spent the summer in oblivion, neglecting the fields and forests of my heart. I did not turn their soil, I did not pray at their roots, I did not drizzle them in ceremony and blood, I did not sow. Summer found me avoiding my starving crop, turning a blind eye to the pain of it. I did not tend to the woods, did not commune with the trees. I knew the monsters who had taken up residence there, and I was afraid to enter that darkening grove. So, I spent the season in a state of deliberate evasion, so very far from my own being, distracting myself from the demon of deep depression. It was an unwelcome guest that I had denied would ever return in the way it did: ravenous, oppressive, strangling. Now summer is past, and I rise again, a little leaner, a little disoriented, and staring at my parched landscape. But Autumn, my most beloved, I did not sow, and thus I will not reap, but step bravely into those haunted, and gather, and forage, and hunt, and burrow into the roots, whispering them back to life, and I will last the winter.”

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