Just as I was walking along the Road to Meawpurrian Archives, I noticed how bright the sun was, bathing its golden rays down on great plains of green grass, and as soon as I reached the proximity of the Archives, I noticed how all the trees were young maple trees, with golden-red maple leaves slowly flittering down in the light breeze.
I soon reached the archives. But i couldn't find anything that looked like it would store journals. What stood there, instead, was one grand Maple tree that looked like something out from a beautiful elvish tale. I drew closer.
When I reached within 3 metres of the tree, I immediately felt calm and tranquility spread all over me, it was as if the world had come to a complete standstill.
I found the archive, at last. Written magically on every one of the maple leaves that flittered down, I sat down at a beautiful stone bench and picked up a leaf to read.
I read till it was near sunset, where the Grove seemed even more beautiful than it first looked. I wanted the moment to last forever, but unfortunately, the Grove was slowly fading away.
I didn't realise it at first, and when it faded to the point that I realised I might never see it again, it hit me hard, and I broke down.
I returned to my own Archives, and by candlelight and quill I write this latest Journal. One day, I promise I will embark on a quest to find that Grove once more, and share its tranquility again.
End of Journal 10-09
-Note from BlackQat - This an analogy of how I met Maple, how we shared great laughs and how she just LEFT ME. It may also be used as a history for her new blog link name.
Yet another post dedicated to maple! =) hahaa. I can't stop going on about her, no? Even when thousands of kilometres away, she still gives me great ideas for new posts. =) this blog might as very well belong to her. <3