Visual Dream Journal 838

Dragging his burdens along
Ipsen arrived at Melancholia Meadows
while admiring all the flowers,
the flowers had turned away from him
holding contempt for humanity
Ipsen could feel their animosity
the sweet scents caused him to sit
beside the begrudging flowers
"Don't worry. I can't stand us, either.."
the adventurer sighed, closing his eyes
not noticing his sigh was absorbed
Ipsens sorrow had strengthened the meadows
suddenly, the flowers turn toward him
"Hah.. is that all it takes?" he smiled
reaching toward a bright blue rose
Ipsen caressed its soft petals
the rose then exhaled a deep sigh
causing the adventurer to collapse
fully losing his consciousness,
Ipsen began to dream
of a life without loss or pain
where lady luck favored him more
but alas, without all this hardship
would Ipsen remain just as strong?
questions that flooded his mind
reminded him he was still alive
he felt his soul fly upward
above his vessel and the meadows
looking at each and every flower
their feelings cycled through Ipsen
taking in their somber wisdom
with their memories, stories and pain
ten lifetimes passed in mere seconds
before Ipsen returned to his body
finally opening his heavy eyes
he knelt before the flowers once more
but they no longer had been facing him
"I understand, now.. I will leave this place."
standing upright, feeling renewed
a humid rain softly started to fall
blessing the entire meadows
his sorrows were slowly cleansed
Ipsen looked up at the deadened sky
smiling against the warm rain
picking back up his heavy gear
Ipsen had left his burdens behind
turning back one more time
his heart now filled with gratitude
the adventurer continued onward