บท 375: Skyclad Observer, Part 4

The memory began to shift again. 

Like a canvas of harrowing colors slowly cleansed of all of its horrors, its imagery, washed away once more into a blank slate. 

The blackness of the world came again, but it only lasted and stayed for a brief moment before the empty canvas began to fill again with the many vibrant shades of Ria's memories, and as it shifted, this one felt… eternally long for some reason. 

I had this insipid weary sense stirring inside me telling me that it has been many, many years since the previous memory played out. A flood of warm, lush green began to gush into the black void, filling the darkness in a stream of flora.