Chapter 16: Chapter 16: I find that the truth is that I just really enjoy killing things with my dearest friend

Tell me Burch, why is it that you seek paradise?

 

We wander, traveling across the meadows and through the forests and over the hills of the world, west of the great-water.

 

The landscape here is akin to the landscape from our side of the world, but it is different at the same time.

 

The grasses, while green, have a somewhat bluer shade than the green grasses from our home. The hills, rolling, are somewhat denser and more abundant than the hills from our home. The birds, the insects, the flowers are all of resplendent colors, vibrant and joyful, yet they are different colors and hues than of those from our home.

 

Even the air tastes sweeter and less of smoke here, on this side of the great-water. Only Burch and I remain the same. Here, it is not the world that is a different thing, but rather, it is us.

 

- We are the different things.

 

But that is fine.

 

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