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Effort

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“I came across a particularly overgrown part of the Lucus one day. It was hot, unbearably so. The fruit hung over ripe from their trees with an almost sickening sweetness, but I stayed to explore its source. It wasn’t long before I came to the center of the gathering, trees and bushes full of berries, covered in flowers. There they were, hands outstretched like roots, or were they branches? The tangled mess was indistinguishable from their own form. They were silent till they noticed me, turning their weathered masked face to the sound of my feet on the overgrowth.
“Do you like it?” They whispered
I didn’t know how to reply, I was unsure, maybe even afraid to reply, but as I returned their question with silence, they turned away slowly, as if I had faded from notice. I left, running away, tripping on the growth around me.
On the edge of the glade, looking back in, I was in awe, but of what kind I was unsure.”
-The Lucus-

Description

Effort

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check out more about the forest of your own mind here at

The Lucus-----> thelucus.tumblr.com/

This piece is done in charcoal/chalk/acrylic with a brush
“I came across a particularly overgrown part of the Lucus one day. It was hot, unbearably so. The fruit hung over ripe from their trees with an almost sickening sweetness, but I stayed to explore its source. It wasn’t long before I came to the center of the gathering, trees and bushes full of berries, covered in flowers. There they were, hands outstretched like roots, or were they branches? The tangled mess was indistinguishable from their own form. They were silent till they noticed me, turning their weathered masked face to the sound of my feet on the overgrowth.
“Do you like it?” They whispered
I didn’t know how to reply, I was unsure, maybe even afraid to reply, but as I returned their question with silence, they turned away slowly, as if I had faded from notice. I left, running away, tripping on the growth around me.
On the edge of the glade, looking back in, I was in awe, but of what kind I was unsure.”
-The Lucus-