Meet Me In The Woods...
For thousands of years they walked the earth, their mere existence hidden from us. But one-by-one they began to fade. What now for those that remain?
Gaia'nira Consciousness returned slowly; it was like waking from an exceedingly long sleep. What had roused me? After a while–a minute, an hour, a day–I began to remember. They’d come to the woods hunting, looking for someone to blame. Unprepared, they’d cornered me. The 1600s hadn’t been an ideal time to display unusual abilities. The locals had taken against me, sought me out. ‘Witch!’ They’d accused. Witch burning had...