You’ve always dreamt of a place where you could feel like yourself all year round. You’ve watched movies about towns of eternal Halloween, and they enchant you, but it’s not very realistic, is it?
You’ve resigned yourself to the fact that this world is only truly your home during the month of October. You say it makes you ‘like a pumpkin’, rotting away and dying in November, only to be born again, bursting off your vine at the first signs of Halloween the following year. It’s a strange existence, and you sometimes feel alone in it, but you know it is what you need.
But then you find a place. From the second you enter this little town, you can feel someone, or something, calling you. You wonder if it’s an entity of some kind, but start to realize it sounds more and more like yourself...a higher piece of your being that wants you to take this all in.
Stay here, it tells you, and you may never have to feel that emptiness again.
Is it possible for your body to reside in one place but your heart to reside in another? Can your soul split in two, with one half firmly planted in a place far away?
Yes. It most certainly can.
You think of that place often, with a heavy homesickness that you can’t quite explain. You’ve spent such small amounts of time there, yet it feels more right than anything else you’ve ever experienced. And somehow you know, no matter happens, the magic there will never die.
But you know, when the time comes around again, that nothing will have changed. The scarecrow still waits for you, even if you can’t see him. The light doesn’t go out here. The air crackles with magic, always, in a way that no other place possibly could. In the way you’ve been waiting for your whole life.
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