The memory began to shift again.
Like a canvas of harrowing colors slowly cleansed of all of its horrors, its imagery, washed away once more into a blank slate.
The blackness of the world came again, but it only lasted and stayed for a brief moment before the empty canvas began to fill again with the many vibrant shades of Ria's memories, and as it shifted, this one felt… eternally long for some reason.
I had this insipid weary sense stirring inside me telling me that it has been many, many years since the previous memory played out. A flood of warm, lush green began to gush into the black void, filling the darkness in a stream of flora.
There were trees all around. Some colossal, others endless, many seem to even pierce through the clouds, loom over the peaks of the highest mountain ranges- and when I happened upon an old withered stump of a gargantuan tree rooted amongst charred patches of shriveled grass, that's when I realized I have been to this forest before.
