Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Life is full of many strange things and among them are my friend and I

Fire is a most curious thing.

 

Burch sits in the darkness, her face engulfed by the haunting glow of the dancing flames.

 

A week has passed, since the hatching of the spider babies, who I have left to fend for themselves on meadows and plains now far gone.

 

- I am a harsh mother.

 

Or father.

 

I am unsure.

 

I am a sunflower. We have both types of reproductive features.

 

I am a harsh mother-father. But this is the way of nature. Of the thousand and then some young, only a handful will survive predation, hunger and the elements.

 

But those who do survive will grow strong and fat and they will get to have thick, sturdy legs, like their mother before them.

 

Burch does not have thick, sturdy legs. However, despite her weak, stringy features, she has managed to walk far on very little sustenance.

 

- And now, we have found a new curiosity.

 

We have wandered over the meadows and through the forests and across the hills and rivers of the world, west of the great-water and we have come unto a savannah.

 

Grass, tall, yellow and wispy, covers the world in all directions. Sparsely dotted trees with odd forms adorn the landscape, together with an unusual rock, found here or there as well.

 

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Here, upon the savannah, we have found a ruin.

 

It is tall and cylindrical in a way that is most unnatural.

 

I assume it is the work of her ilk, once again.

 

But this ruin, this ‘tower’ is destroyed and broken, not by the ravages of fire or through the huntings of the hobgoblins, but rather, simply by time itself.

 

Burch lifts her gaze, staring through the missing roof of the tower, out towards the night-sky, watching as the smoke of her fire rises up through it, carrying away to join the clouds above our heads.

 

- I wonder if that’s what clouds are?

 

Smoke.

 

Perhaps all clouds are simply just… tufts of smoke, having drifted from the ground towards the sky, like a bird that can never land?

 

Wow.

 

I gaze up towards it, together with my friend, watching the mischievous clouds, who hide the stars from our sight every now and then. Her ilk, together with the ravages of nature, must have made a lot of smoke, for this to be the case.

 

- There are so many clouds.

 

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We hide.

 

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