Okay so this is extremely short and I'm sorry for that, I did try to make it longer but it just wasn't working and turns out this story isn't exactly going where I originally planned so yeah. But despite it being super short I hope y'all like it.
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Sunlight seeps through the surrounding trees, barely reaching the ground beneath.
She can see the way the light reflects off of insect wings and cast shadows in the cracks of tree bark, the way it catches the small droplets of water that still cling to leaves.
She watches everything around her, marvels at the small details that seem so obvious now, the many colors that stand out against each other.
The different shades of verdant and umber, the scattered blue of the sky when she looks up, mixing with the brightness of the sun.
It would be breathtaking if she still had a breath left in her.
But she does not breathe, she doesn't feel the warmth from the rays of sun that catch on her skin, nor the chill of the wind as it travels through the woods that make up the wilderness around her.
She can still pick up the faint smell of copper, still taste it on her tongue and feel the warmth of it seeping through her. It sends a pleasant shiver down her spine as she stretches her limbs with a lazy smile.
There is a faint nagging in the back of her mind that tells her to start moving, to keep moving but for now she doesn't mind just being where she is, just taking everything in.
The way she can pick up the different tunes of each bird that sings without a care, how she just knows where small animals make their homes. The way a squirrel pauses it's run up a tree to look at her, hearing the way the small animal breathes before continuing on it's trek.
She catches sight of a ladybug landing on a plant, it's tiny legs carrying it over the rich green of one of the leaves. The red of the ladybug's elytra shines in the sunlight, the four black spots identical, the small insect cleans its antennae as she watches.
Small birds dance around the undergrowth of the forest looking for insects to eat, small groups and loners alike, some stealing from others rather than looking themselves.
Leaves rustle in the breeze that moves without destination, without focus and like the breeze she doesn't know where to go, doesn't know if there's a place to go back to, she has no idea.
So when she starts moving, when she finally takes that first real step, she doesn't stop, doesn't look back.
She doesn't care who she was, what happened before for this to be the outcome. She doesn't know where she's going, where she'll end up but it doesn't matter because it's all part of the journey.