[ WP ] Your party makes camp for the night , and you 're first on watch . Unfortunately , someone foraged psychotropic mushrooms for dinner .

It's hard to be posted at watch when the world is just so *pretty*, man. Like, I'm sitting here looking at the fire and just... woah. The fire keeps dancing, so I take out my sword and try to poke it to see if it's really fire. It is really fire, but it makes my sword light up into rainbows of color. 
 
 I just wish it were n't dark. I wish that I could lay on my back and stare up at the trees. From what I can see there are fractals, spiraling on and on and on and I just want to see it and be one with nature. And looking toward the horizon of the mountain I think that I'd like to trek there someday. Because I think that's where the meaning of my life is. *On that mountain, * man. 
 
 And my hands. My hands are beautiful, like two gifts that God molded from clay himself, and the lines and wrinkles in them, the slight bulging of my tendons is just this sign that I am perfect because I am imperfect, which is the only thing anyone could ever ask for. Imperfection because no one wants to be perfect. 
 
 My shield is so shiny. I look into it and I can see myself and my grin. I'm so happy, like the moon is smiling down on me and giving me full light just for me. And off in the distance I see this creature and I want to hug it. I just want to give it this great big hug because we are *one* with the Earth and the sun and the moon. 
 
 I also just want to roll around on the ground, because that sounds fun. 
 
 And I know I'm supposed to be quiet, but I just keep laughing so hard because everything is funny. I'm pretty sure I peed my trousers at some point, but who cares? No one is judging me but the fire, and I look into the fire and see all the pretty colors and watch the embers jump and curl into spirals. I do n't care that the fire is judging me. I still love the fire, and I'd love to give it a hug. 
 
 Then there are these men who come. These men who come and look down at me and I smile at them and I tell them welcome. Because they are my brothers and we've got to stick together when we're brothers. I love these men. They have swords too, but I just want to hug them. One of them pushes me back and I fall for ages before I hit the ground, and then I start to roll around. How did he know that I wanted to roll around? 
 
 They take the things we have around the campsite. They are walking so quietly I wonder if they are playing a secret game. I want to play a secret game too. So I stand and wander from the campsite, my feet on the ground feeling like an epic journey. The tide pulls and pushes, everything waxes and wanes and one moment feels like a million and the next is just a moment. And I vaguely realize that the men are here and I should call for help, but then the tide sweeps me away again and I lay my hand on the trunk of a tree and feel myself one with nature, and I just know that I am full of love. 
 
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 /r/Celsius232 

