Sherwood may be only a dream, but this is a dream, so the green of leaves and the song of birds should not be entirely unprecedented. Everywhere he's not looking, cold and dark turns to warm and sunlit.
At last, thinks the landscape - glinting softly with rainbows. A dream of pain malleable enough for her to influence it for the better.
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At last, thinks the landscape - glinting softly with rainbows. A dream of pain malleable enough for her to influence it for the better.