Origin of Misery
JAMES’ POV I opened my eyes and saw disconcerting wild trees looming before me. The moonlight slips through the openings of branches connecting to one another. The subtle light was directly hitting my eyes, it made me cover it with my arms. To my surprise, my arms were small. I sat up to see my now small frail arms covered in cold dirt. I was a child… and I was dreaming. Standing up, I noticed myself to be lighter and the trees taller than they should be. It made me wary of where I was but… why does the numbing touch of those same trees feel so familiar to me? My body walked and started to cry without me doing so, as if it had a mind of its own. I wandered but my young form was thinking for itself, I watched. Was this another memory resurfacing? From a long length of trees that seemed to
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