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The Boy
His hair had barely grown out. His teeth were formed, but he wasn’t too sure how to use them much. But his eyes, they were sharp.
Shadows appeared, came and went. Light rays flew through in rays of blue, green, red, yellow. The air itself carried many different colors and tones. Dust floated in, but at the same time, the green hues of The Forest behind just gave a background that couldn’t be ignored.
Human movement was the most interesting by far. Movements were broken into minor and major movements; the flick of a hand was a spectacular display of movement with the wrist and the fingers all splaying outwards. When Father took a step, he saw the heel press down, and the toes coming straight after, cementing his position right there. Slow motion, and also all hyper speed at the same time.
He marveled at all that he saw in the world around him, with his large round eyes. They took in all that the world presented to him.
Today, the boy was looking at the wooden floor at his feet. He still could not stand properly just yet, so he enjoyed the view of the floor itself. Hunched over, just huddled like a bundle of clothing. The eyes of the wood were eyes of the forest, staring through at him. He used a hand to cover one of the eyes, but they still saw through his hand. He looked up, to see where the eyes were looking to, but all he saw was the wooden rafters of the house they stayed in. He uncovered the eyes, and he brought his face as close as he could to the eye.
Was it looking back at him?
No one knew.
But the boy knew somehow that it was. He just knew.
He covered it with his hands once more.
