A Renaissance Nightmare
Your exhale grazes the tips of your fingers. Oh wait, that’s just the breeze.
You are even with the large mossy tree you saw earlier. In the breeze you hear a stiff whisper, “You’re one of us now.” You look up to see who’s speaking, but all you see are dark rolling trees in every direction. You look down at your long, wooden trunk. Your stiff body sways with the motion of the breeze, never able to walk or run again. And that is where you will remain until…
You are even with the large mossy tree you saw earlier. In the breeze you hear a stiff whisper, “You’re one of us now.” You look up to see who’s speaking, but all you see are dark rolling trees in every direction. You look down at your long, wooden trunk. Your stiff body sways with the motion of the breeze, never able to walk or run again. And that is where you will remain until…
