Mark

“She felt the sap rising through the trees as the blood coursing through her body, the grass sprouting out of the forest floor as the hair growing from her follicles. She felt as a tree uprooted and walking through the land, she lifted her arms as branches, each finger a tiny twig for a bird of the lair to land on. Each whisper of the wind, each fragment of birdsong traversed through her body while the scent of forest flowers seemed to permeate her very essence. She couldn't tell how long this feeling lasted, whether seconds or eternity. But she wouldn't come out of it unchanged. The forest was part of her now.”
― Tara Heavey, Flame