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She walked forward to the melody of branches and leaves crunching beneath her feet. Leaves to ash, ash to soil, repeating until the Earth took its last breath... 

The smell of sweet decay lingered, reminding her of life instead of death, of a world that had the courage to begin again, of a soul that could shed its leaves fearlessly without the fear of becoming nothing. 

She closed her eyes and continued her pace, imagining what it would feel like to be in those woods, just as she had imagine what the meadow would feel like. A feeling of solitude crept in, and with it came the comfort of being hidden like a small child playing hide-and-seek, only she was both the seeker and the one who was hidden.

She walked with the specter of Adam guiding her amongst these souls, standing tributes to perpetual destruction and rebirth, and she felt at home. Just for a moment.

You’ve awakened to your purpose, haven’t you? Yet you’re still asleep while you’re acting it out. Have you got a purpose?