Chapter 4You dream of green.
Lush and verdant forests in an endless cycle of death and rebirth.
Fields of sweet grasses, protecting and enriching the land.
Flowers greeting the sun with their outstretched petals, offering their nectar so their pollen will spread.
You dream of vines, twisting and climbing, winding their way up to seek the light. Budding and branching, wrapping and weaving around each other to create something stronger than the individual could ever be.
You dream of white.
Hungry roots spreading through rich earth, digging deep and anchoring themselves into fertile soil as they thicken and spread, eagerly consuming the rich cocktail of nutrients you were kind enough to provide them.
You dream of red.
Rivers of pulsing, flowing, rushing red that flow past your roots,
