Imperatus Rex
Semper Imperatus
Such a lovely day to walk in the woods, is it not? The rain is sprinkling, the canopy of leaves shields us. The moonlight shines through the trees, illuminating the flowers and vines. The path is unpaved, no forks in the road to take. Why not smell a flower? They are rather lovely, white roses and wildflowers pop out of the ground all around. The creek is running quietly under the bridge, a feral cat licks their paws in the lunar light. The breeze is chilly, but your thick cloak will keep you warm.
The air smells only of trees, rain, and sweet spices of the teas you carry in your pocket. Why not drink from the creek? The water is not murky, and there are plants guarding the precious reserve. The rain begins to fall heavier, and you are getting soaked. The breeze gets violent, you ought head home. You imagine the little cabin, with a fireplace and creamy hot chocolate in your mug. Such a thing is far better than the woods, indeed?
Heading back? You have only arrived. Please, feel the refreshing rain, breath the forest air, oh wait... I fail to have seen, you are merely sitting behind a computer screen.
The air smells only of trees, rain, and sweet spices of the teas you carry in your pocket. Why not drink from the creek? The water is not murky, and there are plants guarding the precious reserve. The rain begins to fall heavier, and you are getting soaked. The breeze gets violent, you ought head home. You imagine the little cabin, with a fireplace and creamy hot chocolate in your mug. Such a thing is far better than the woods, indeed?
Heading back? You have only arrived. Please, feel the refreshing rain, breath the forest air, oh wait... I fail to have seen, you are merely sitting behind a computer screen.