✍️ I am from this world

Tilt your head back.

The world beneath you disappears into shadow as your eyes adjust to the night. Tall trees rise like silent guardians, their dark silhouettes reaching inward from every side. Their branches frame the sky as though they are protecting something sacred above.

Look up.

A thin crescent moon hangs gently in the vastness, curved like a quiet smile. Around it, countless stars scatter across the deep teal sky, shimmering softly. Wisps of cloud drift slowly, glowing faintly as if brushed with silver light.

The air is cool. Still.

You can almost hear the hush of the forest — not silence, but a living quiet. Leaves barely move. The trees do not sway wildly; they stand tall and steady, rooted deep in unseen earth.

Take a slow breath.

The sky feels endless. The trees feel ancient. And you are standing between them — a single soul, yet completely held within this moment.

There is no rush here. No noise demanding your attention. Only space. Only height. Only the gentle glow of the moon reminding you that even in darkness, light remains.

The crescent does not try to fill the entire sky. It shines in its fraction, enough to be seen. The stars do not compete; they simply exist, steady and patient.

Stay there a little longer.

Let the vastness humble you without making you feel lost. Let the towering silhouettes remind you that strength can be quiet. Let the night sky stretch your thoughts beyond today, beyond tomorrow.

-Mr. Crocus 💤, Keeper of Tales (from The ArtyeTown)

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