@griefquill It wasn't best for me, to cross over to the other side of the divide. I didn't take enough of the past with me to bury. Now, I was staring at a flat landscape, devoid of everything, as gray as the winter day my self had been reborn. I couldn't work up the desire to find new bulbs to plant. Every species I studied was too disconnected from my old life, leaving me no anchor in the new. They found me, looking up at the heavens, eyes seeking secrets amidst the celestial expanse. They didn't know what to do. I could see the helplessness in their faces, and the pity in their eyes. I wanted to fill the emptiness their pity reflected, in any way I could, but no ideas came. I was dumbstruck, and so were they. For a long time, my social smile wouldn't appear, no matter how many times I depressed the mental button.

@griefquill The celestial song of she was silent yet screams of sorrow tore her songbird throat, the ruby that lay their is now bare, the slithering slinking of her silken skirt swept passed the slamming doors and her mothers harsh face. Skin of worn leather and stripped from her the title of queen. Sorry this might not make any sense, but it really helped me through something.