1 Ylang Ylang (Ammu/ Inv only) Fri Aug 17, 2018 10:36 pm
Honnari
D-rank
'This place holds so many thoughts.'
In the village, life dwells where it may. The trees are in pots and the humans in concrete dwellings. There are laws and rules, a community of just one species, a hive of sorts. They move, eat and sleep to the ticking clock. But here in the rainforest the days flow seamlessly into one another, life and death, light and dark, new and decay. The food web is a living breathing beast; all of these plants and animals are connected by its silky thread. The leaves here are so thick, fleshy and large. With no winter to limit them they can become quite monstrous compared to deciduous woodland..
Attuned with the elements, one could draw closer to God if that is what they wanted. Like God, this forest seemed to have no beginning, nor end. Only infinity; infinite perfection. Honnari would describe the canopy of leaves above him as a breathing cathedral, letting in shafts of soft spring light like a thousand stained glass windows. It was the place he felt closest to God, there immersed in nature, not in the stuffy pews of the brick and mortar village buildings. For it swathed the forest in beauty and grace; leaves clothed the naked trees, it was truly the most beautiful fabric, unrivalled by anything man can produce.
Honnari perambulated throughout the dense forest, a smile barely trilling his face, and a thin voice that laughed as the cicadas sung their loud symphonies. He was en route to a Cananga tree that he knew grew at the heart of the forest. Near a stream at it's heart, the tree adorned itself in bright, star-shaped flowers known as Ylang Ylang. He wanted to make an essential oil out of it's pedals. The imaginary aroma was already in his head. The trees coat the hill thicker than a winter blanket. In the never ending summer this forest has no season to stand still, to lose leaves and become dishevelled under the glower of the winter sun. Here every day is sultry, the air is laden with moisture. Every available niche is crammed with flora and fauna. In here are herbs and plants that can cure, also those that can kill with indecent efficiency. In this place one can forget the colour of the sky, once under the canopy there is only green. Sometimes, Honnari can stand still and hear only a small stream making its way down the mountain in a series of mini-waterfalls.
He can even taste the perfume of blooms in the air, perhaps dissolved into the water droplets. The Leaves are gaily waving, dancing, entrancing, lulling him into daydreams sublime. The crowded clamor of village life and busy throngs of streets all but vanished when he came here. Far beyond help should something arise, but also past the point of caring. With any luck, he'd be nearing the stream and it's many deltas. All one had to do was follow the water. A tropic loving tree like the Canaga wouldn't have survived this long had there not been a large body of water somewhere constant.