The Watching Woods

The first time I laid eyes on the flowers, the forest spread out before me, the breeze in my hair, I knew it would be my home.  I could smell the fragrance of roses and lilacs, the spring carried the scent through the valley and up to the blooming cliffs. It all hid a dark secret.  Below lay a cursed land, once at war with itself. But over the months I was able to unravel it.  Bring it to light, pull out the color, turn it to something different, wonderful, and perhaps a little tragic. And the world bloomed, thrived, and honestly didn't need me any more. I felt sad for it, leaving everything behind, but the fall came to move to the next world, a new beginning and perhaps a new curse, a new monster, or something mysterious. I set foot in the new world, with a new outfit, a new perspective and climbed that cliff face, looking for the flowers I had before.  The meadows were beautiful here, the birch forests lush with yellow. I built a small home on the edge of the ocean...