Sunlight shines through the leaves. It hits my face; I can almost imagine that I feel the energy pass through my skin. I feel connected here, in this bright forest where the ground is a mottled purple with light from the suns. I am surrounded, but alone.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. It is raining now. I can feel it soaking the ground around me, making the soil fertile. A field of purple fills my vision, wet leaves curling inwards at the slight sting of the rain. The water falls far, I know, but I cannot think of exactly how far.
For a moment, I am agitated by this lack of knowledge. The moment passes, and I give a motionless shrug. I will remember later, I am sure. The rain feels very nice.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. They are closer, now, than I seem to remember. But then again, my memories are very vague. This gives me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my abdomen, but I shrug it off. The sun is bright, and the pass of seasons seems far more important than such a silly feeling. I stretch sluggishly towards the light.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. It is winter now, and snowflakes fall on the canopy. I shiver at the touch of cold, and the forest seems to shiver with me. I watch the leaves rustle in a slight breeze, and wait for spring.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. Water is running under me and around me. I stretch out, touching it in as many places as possible. For a moment, I have an overwhelming sense of wrong, and pull back from the water. The trees rustle around me, and I am reminded with a soundless laugh of where I am. The water and the sun are a nice combination.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. I watch with interest as they rustle, stirred by an unseen force. This used to have a name, I think, but I cannot recall exactly what it was. I think hard on it for a while, but I am soon distracted by the bright press of life around me. I am happy to observe it without naming it.
Sunlight shines through the leaves. For the first time, the sun seems to be hitting me directly. I stretch happily into the light.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. I have closed my eyes, content not to watch, but to feel. Water trickles through my roots, and the sensation stirs something in me. I sink my roots further into the ground.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. A memory comes to my mind unbidden; I am in a silver pod, falling through an unfamiliar sky. There are people around me, people I knew once but cannot now recall. I feel a sense of loss, an emotion as alien as the earth that we land on. We are surrounded by a great forest.
I am startled out of my thoughts by the sensation of a bird landing on one of my branches. I give a hum of contentment, letting the memory slip out of my mind. Once it is gone, I cannot seem to get it back.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. I am happy to give up the memories one by one as they surface. The turn of the sun is so much more important. I do hold on to one thing, though- a name. Annail. It is important to me, but I cannot remember how.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. I have forgotten the name. It’s loss does not seem so great when compared with the rain that falls around me.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. I am part of the forest now, and the only thought in my mind is finally.
Sunlight shines on my leaves. I am content.
Sunlight shines on my leaves.