Life has a way of unraveling despite protests and plans. The forest no different in that life cycle. Usuallytransitions with anger and reborn in anger. All indicators to rebuild. Relationships mattered in the forest ecosystem. How we played and interacted. How we greeted one another. How we let some fawn hide and watch while others received a mentor. If one deer wished to have pride so be it. If one wanted to fly, fall down, roll on their back in a fit of giggles we celebrated that with a dance. If a deer needed pride we made sure they had an opportunity to be prideful. If they needed to be brave a group formed to charge the twin gods. If a group draws bloody pictures it was allowed and if they wished another deer dead or the side dead we allowed that for a time. Reads like a painful rebirth. It will be a similar ecosystem but not the same. Deer will be coming in from the other place in pain and loss.

OHHHHHHHHHHHH WHEN I TELL YOU IM OUT MY GOURD AND SLOWLY SLIPPING!!! I have to become pitbull to avoid the brain termites and continue my decent into the spiral

here is some writing for one of my eldritch ocs!! shes kind of like a dragon. ))

Before mana existed and before the earths bled blue, before the stars rained gas and the galaxy bled black.
Her jaws cracked open the black humming stones. Each brick vibrated with the non-matter of life to taste the disciples love.
Her tail was the river they poured planets, and upon the river lay the quills she adorned, standing like pillars. Quills made of the knives of one million dead children of the cosmos. Her wings plunged through the world, around the world and betwixt the sky and stars. webbed and furred, torn but not shredded, her wings were only there when the light was wrong. A shield to protect her children and vanquish the men who did not belong. Her scales like a blood-stained moon, glittering and hollow, and red all over. She oozed blackness from where she stood, a mountainous beast for all to see, bearing the sword were her breast lay, a scabbed inorganic gold that seemed more like solid matter than anything else in this world. The gold, a sheathe for The Old Father’s sword that once flaked Her scales into an infestation where Her forearms lay. A sickness that dragon-spoken creature embraced as she had once cremated their skies red with the sword marked for anguish and brought down the end of the Old Father’s reign. I felt my hairs stand on end. I felt a whisper before my fellow soldier met his eyes upon the sword. The screaming, chattering and whispering was like one hundred shrieking banshees in my head and to feel the sword through the reflection in his eyes made me numb and drop to my knees. His poor face contorted into unseen levels of terror beneath his helmet. I could feel his life, stolen away in an instant of pure fear and frenzied terror. Not a moment to fight back. My soldier’s body lay limp. I couldn’t help but share a glance at the Red Sword and for that I too, would be dead, and rotten with madness.

The Amazon rainforest’s trees may soon die off en masse, researchers warn. According to a 20-year satellite study published yesterday (March 7) in Nature Climate Change, the famous forest is exhibiting signs of poor health that could mean large portions of it will become savannah in the near future. Such an ecological shift could happen quickly, Timothy M. Lenton, a coauthor on the study and a director of the Global Systems Institute at the University of Exeter, tells CNN. “My hunch, for what it’s worth, (is that) it could happen in the space of decades.”

“The Amazon is a custodian of biodiversity and possesses a vital ability to pull in carbon dioxide from the atmosphere, so it is clearly concerning that its health is deteriorating as human-caused deforestation and climate change metes out increasingly potent and harmful impacts on the ecosystem,” University of Reading climate scientist Richard Allan, who was not involved in the study, says in a statement to the Science Media Centre (SMC).