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Meet Me in the Garden Where We First Met
Where the wind meets the willows…
There are fairy tales, and then there’s my story.
Monsters may exist in the closets and under the beds, but there were some people who knew no better than to invite ghosties and beasties into their turbulent circles of chaos. I knew humans were a special breed of madness indeed.
Every time I walked through the garden between realms, I took the meandering path that took me past the star willows whose tendrils of stardust-flaked branches just barely skimmed the water. I could have walked on water if I chose — it was one of my abilities as a god-child — but I didn’t like to show off among my peers.
But on one of my walks I happened upon you, sitting on the bank where the rainbow-colored water just barely brushed at the tips of your feet. I might have recoiled once upon a time to see your webbed feet, the mark of a demon-born malady, but I had long grown accustomed to oddities with my time among the marshlands. You glanced up, your eyes shifting colors in the light as I watched, mesmerized, so taken by the colors that seemed to encompass more shades than a galaxy of nebulas.
I cleared my throat, and you smiled at me as if I were a mad thing when we were all mad here: we had just forgotten and played pretend at sanity.
