The Forgotten Home
I had loved the woods for as long as I could remember. Even as a child, I would often wander off into the forest against my mother’s wishes until she rushed in yelling to drag me back. The deep sea of trees, and the stillness surrounding it, bore an allure unlike any other. I would often visit the remnants of a forgotten village and wonder about the memories of the people who once resided there. Now, at the age of thirty, I was delving deeper into the forest’s wonder, exploring further than I ever had when I was young. It was the only thing that brought me comfort as my days slowly decayed with sickness. Similar to my mother, who died at the same age, I, too, was nearing the end of my life. Soon, I was also to be no different than those whose time had passed in that abandoned place. One day, I decided to leave my home and take refuge in the ruins within the forest. My body was weakening by the day and I couldn’t bear to see the husk of who I once was whenever I looked in the mirror. An...