23 - The piece

The moment i stepped past the entrance of the path that i was being beckoned towards, my Sol seemed to disintegrate into a puff of purple ash that drifted to my shoulder like a cloud then re-materialized into its original shape allowing it to again weightlessly perch on my shoulder. I was surprised at first, i hadn't expected to see the entity lose its solidity as if it were an actual ghost.

As i walked, the path seemed to twist and turn becoming narrower the further i went. The Forest reshaped a couple more times as the hours passed and each time it changed my Sol would instantly beckon me towards a determined route. Along the way i saw many more sols, all unmoving and without a Dorakivitchet, they sat as if they were transparent puppets, their solidity fading. Only when i saw a sol by the corpse of a Dorakivitchet did i realize that the sol were also dead, they sat unmoving because they were not alive, and as a ghost-like being, they did not decay, rather, they faded.