Musings in a Fungus Forest

This place is full of life. It surrounds me and saturates me. It is unlike any place I’ve ever been before. There is the dark and light sides, but where do they come from? Can nature be of the dark side? I feel a malevolence here. It waits in your peripherals and attempts to strike as you drift to sleep. The Fungus forest glows at night with an eerie irridescent glow that creates immense shadows for this unkown danger to lurk. The dark emenations are familiar to me. I’ve felt them before I came here. I find it strange that this darkness feels the same as what I’ve felt in my brother. I always thought that The Dark would feel like those it inhabits. Perhaps it is the other way around. Instead The person flavors the Darkness, creating a veritable stu of malcontent. Every new disciple of the Veil adding their unique taste to the taint that afflicts so many. Things have happened that cannot be undone. I do not judge my brother. He’s had to make some hard choices. If I were him, I cannot confidently say I would not make the same choices. However, it is not those choices that alone that burden him. It is his inability to see the errors he’s made and atone for his transgressions. His continued association with the Dark Side puts me, our crew mates, and him all at risk. The only one who can save him is him. I will be here to lend him strength should he need it, but the path to attonement is one he must walk alone.

Tripp Dunerunner

Musings in a Fungus Forest

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