Thicket Considers Solutions 

One day, with nothing blooming, Thicket decided to walk down to Edge for a chat and some reflecting. He'd been feeling dormant and was hoping for new perspective. Before he could see the water, he smelled it. Thicket liked anticipation. He imagined smiling. Suddenly, the sound of snapping branches surrounded him and something tremendous blocked his path. It seethed. It smoldered. It flexed: Shadow. Smoke. Lightning crack. Thicket was terrified — yet drawn. Unable to resist the umbilical tug, he ran straight for it, not sure if he would be devoured or reconnected, but delighted, at long last, to be underway.