{"id":12006,"date":"2021-04-14T15:03:34","date_gmt":"2021-04-14T20:03:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=12006"},"modified":"2021-04-14T15:03:37","modified_gmt":"2021-04-14T20:03:37","slug":"a-letter-to-a-wonderer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/04\/14\/a-letter-to-a-wonderer\/","title":{"rendered":"A Letter to a Wonderer"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
To Whomever Wishes To Go See What Lives In the Mountains And the Forests. \n\n\n     An old house. A father in his study, a mother off traveling, a girl left to roam the family\u2019s woods. That\u2019s what\u2019s in the Mountains. That\u2019s one of the things that find you in the Woods. Trees as old and as dangerous as the Mountains they cover. Beautiful Woods. Ancient Woods. Woods of Betrayal. \n     I call them Woods but they are Forests, said to have been growing since the beginning of time. They house strange beats, odd wonderlands, and those that want to hide. Those woods are said to hold the secrets of the universe written in their bark. It is said that their roots reach to the center of the earth\u2019s heart. If you get lost in those woods just adapt, for you have no hope of coming out alive. But if you are careful - if you are cautious - if you bring gifts to the Spirits of Forests, then you might be able to escape only slightly crazed and dazed, but you will quite certainly be amazed. \n     You still want to go? You still want to try? If you are that dead set then these<\/em> I would sincerely suggest you go find. \n\n\nGo find the girl who talks. Keep in mind, she won't say a word. But she can tell you secrets about that world. \n\nGo find the hole in the house, sat beneath an oak tree. After you find it, you\u2019ll need a new key. \n\nGo find a bird of sunset, who has yet to fly. If you answer just right you can ask for a guide. \n\nGo find the writer and ask for his stories. They\u2019ll tell you what to find and where to wander without worries. \n\nGo find the artist who captures memories. Search through her collection but do not give her yours. \n\nGo find the twilight but wait until after the morning. This is important. If you don\u2019t then you\u2019ll never see the dawn. \n\n\n     These are just the first - they\u2019re as far as I got. If you go any farther then I suggest you keep watch. The things in that forest are not as they seem - for the sweet will be mean and the mean will just scream. If you find a small thing, avoid at all costs. If you happen upon a big just act like you're lost. If you see a young tree then you better help it sprout, but beware the old oaks and what hang about. \n     I know this is cryptic, but it's the best I\u2019ve still got. If you wait just an hour then you\u2019ll get a head start. \n\n\nTraveler I beg you - trust this Old Man. For I have seen things you will never understand. \n<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
This is a letter about a forest in another world. This is a letter written to those who like to wander. This is a warning. It hints at ways to survive a magical forest that tends to be just outside of normal in terrifying ways. This letter is written by someone who has braved those woods, came out fast enough to keep his good sense, and continued to live to tell his stories. Others don’t come out so lucky, and most just don’t come out at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To Whomever Wishes To Go See What Lives In the Mountains And the Forests.  An old house. A father in his study, a mother off traveling, a girl left to roam the family\u2019s woods. That\u2019s what\u2019s in the Mountains. That\u2019s one of the things that find you in the Woods. Trees as old and as … Continue reading “A Letter to a Wonderer”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":66,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12006"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/66"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12006"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12006\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12023,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12006\/revisions\/12023"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12006"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12006"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12006"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}