Standing upon her metal frame, I found a strength I had not known before; ten thousand years behind me, yet rushing up to cradle in their arms. A slight wind blew and I looked down the waterway, into the lurid green. Sickly trees hung low above the water like old crones waiting to snatch any sign of new life from the dark water below.
She sunk in the sand a bit beneath my feet, causing me to jump. She was sturdy, oh, and she would carry me far enough. Returning my eyes to the horizon, I drank in the sun’s splendor as she poured herself over the tree-tops, spilling into the water below before turning golden. Despite the brilliant sun, the aged guardian trees around me felt cool and uninviting; they caused me to pause for moment. I had to wonder if I could sleep under them tonight, or would they prey upon me when the sun fell.
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