Solitude

Needless to say, that life was behind me, in my eyes I was no longer an Arken. It was none of my concern. Aft I had settled into my new home within the woods, my life was indeed pleasant. It felt strange to live to my own terms and no one else’s, to just support myself and not any other soul. I was in paradise, living off the land, hunting wild animals and growing crops to sustain myself. The arcadic rhythm of the woods left me feeling at constant ease,  hearing wild animals investigating my hut in the dead of night was reassuring, leaving me well rested and feeling like a part of nature, not an intruder.

I awoke late many days and sat within my luxurious surroundings composing music I had never composed before, making wondrous harmonies within the forest, oft local fauna would cry and shriek within rhythm, whether intentional or not, it still pleased me thoroughly.