Wandering down a well-worn path, I can hear the trickling of a stream of Eden beside me, it whispers in a gurgling, foreign language that only the water sprites can understand. This, in essence, comforts me and brings life to the very depths of my soul.
I realize how flood-ridden my surroundings are, and wonder whether I am the first of my kind to wonder along this path. I think of whether, many moons past, a fairy, a goblin or some dinosaur-like creature frolicked along the same path I did.
A roughly attired fallen tree sits stubbornly in my path, he has welcomed the comfort of life from those mushrooms that have now taken residence in his dying limbs. Sitting atop a sturdy branch is a mythical cat, who looks at me carefully. It mews studiously as I carefully approach it, however, once I am a meter from it's mystical body, it elopes into the bushes without every saying a word regarding my presence.
What are your imaginings?
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