(Damien)
Being connected to the tree was a lot different from what I had expected. I didn't feel hungry, didn't want air to breathe, nor did I want to go to the bathroom. No signs of emotions were felt while I was inside the tree.
My mind chose not to remember Amelia. When I had just arrived here, I could sense her. I know that she was with me. But now, every memory of her was fading, and all I could hear was the faint beating of a pulse.
The pulse grew louder, a steady thrum in my head, drowning out everything else. The connection between me and the tree was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
It was like being suspended in a void, detached from time and space, floating but still, there.
There was only the tree, the pulse, and the strange calm that filled me.
But it wasn't the calm I wanted.
Amelia, where was she? I remember her. I think I remember her, but the longer I stayed here, the harder it became to hold on to her memory.
