- ah, his mother, or that's what the figure claimed of course. It seemed like a distant memory, an ant bite that kept nagging him with pulsating pain, that from a distant past this was indeed his mother. The atmosphere weighed him down though, the dark forest of course, how could someone so beloved, so important be here? She embraced him, and is seemed the love that radiated from her pushed back against the depraved pressure. All things...let go, just like that. From his mother's embrace. Equinox...how could no one remember you? Was I too young? Was I too...ignorant? Was it that day, when the wolves came for you, that they tore you from my memory? Tore you to bits, while the mews from a kit echoed through a gloomy forest? I'll make sure that everyone knows your story, that everyone knows the unconditional sacrifice you made, just to be forgotten. That is a mother's love. I love you.
