Today I began another story about the Forest God. It is demanding a rather different form of storytelling than the previous tales:
He is a god
He is one of the First Ones
the ones who awakened to a knowledge
of this forming world so close to theirs,
unlike their world but potentially very like
and turned their attention
presence
desire
to that world, shaped its formation
and found
the gap
what would later be called
a veil, a door, a tunnel
the gap that let them pass
from their world into the new one
and then
then they could bless that world
with their light
then they could tend that world
with their songs
then they could shape that world
with hands that had just become hands
and he was one of the first
to step through that gap
and become…