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[thisisnomyth]

But you, you with your tired, wet eyes, your scared expression. You want to stay. You want to seek shelter under our branches, you want to know what it’s like to sleep under the stars.

And you are welcome because we know your kind, have been in your place at one point or another.

And don’t be afraid if you wake up with something new, a tail, antlers, the gift of a pair of wings against your back. It happens where, when you’re the right kind of person, the person who longs for stars in their heart and freedom to roam.

The wood knows it’s own and treats you well.

So welcome home, friend, welcome home. May you find comfort here with us, may you sleep well under the stars.