Stop and write about “You lived another year” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- Foliage sways in the light wind. The sound of rustling leaves and grass being one of the few things to break the eerie silence of the jungle. Their seafoam color brightly reflecting the small amount of sunlight that sneaks through the tight knit branches of the tall trees above. No animals stir in the jungle except for the bugs. No deer, no rodents, and no people. For the wildlife have long evacuated the jungle, for fear of the unpredictable beast deep within it. The river surges through the forest, too powerful to care of any creature as it knows nothing can stop it from moving through its centuries old bed. The beast knows this too. It has come to find solace in the river. Learning to breathe under its fast current, devouring any aquatic life there, and making the river its home. The beast only leaves for the occasional patrol through the jungle if it senses prey entering its domain. As the moon rises, the flora glow in response. Their fluorescent glow lighting up the forest and scaring away the darkness that comes with the sun. The glow can be seen from miles away from the nearest human settlement, though they try their best to ignore the jungle, for they know its danger. Their abandoned civilization still hangs from the tall trees, [[flames dancing in the exhalation of air|just out of reach of the beast]], yet close enough to have lost the lives of thousands once the beast first came to the jungle. – Wispren Vinnera