“The forest was dark, mysterious, but not foreboding. Ethereal lights strung across the branches above our heads danced in an effortless breeze, their glow bouncing primordial shapes across ancient oak. We followed the path as it etched through the dense undergrowth, twisted torches guiding our way by the light of their otherworldly fire. High in the dark canopy, the bridges of the forgotten village swayed silently, tiny eyes peering through the gaps.
We were as far into the forest as far could be when we saw her. A gap in the trees gave breath to a pool of shimmering moonlight, and there she stood, bathed in celestial beauty. The elders had said she was a fantasy, a fragment of mythology birthed in the tales of our ancestors. They had told us it was foolish to go chasing dreams. Yet here she was, the Wilderness Girl of fayth and fable, tremulous before us, ephemeral; a mirage.
Perhaps the elders were right to warn us against chasing this particular dream ...”
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About the curator - Matt Jenko
Hi my name is Matt, but my friends call me Matt. I’m on the wrong side of 29 (damn I hate it every time I have to update that number), definitely feeling my age, but never felt happier and more content than I do at this point in my life. I’ve been through some rocky patches (who hasn’t) and lived to tell the tale, and boy do I gots some stories.
When I’m not giving opinions absolutely nobody asked for, I’m doing a worldbuilding with my passion project, vivaellipsis. If you like offbeat nonsense delivered through immersive escapism, then go and get involved. Or don’t, I’m not telling you what to do. I’m not yer boss.
I’m a simple man with simple interests. I like Yorkshire tea, the sound of rain on the window, and a bloody good story.