Abstract Archmage

“Why is the silhouette of the person on the floor so beautiful?” Even I was wondering when my sense of aesthetics had become so abstract.

“My worldview feels like it’s been influenced by trees. Do trees have sexual desire too?” I shook my head. I didn’t seem to be thinking clearly again.

“Am I a tree? I should stand still and wait for the branches inside me to take root, until they bloom and fall upon that graceful silhouette of a woman. It seems only then that my life can be fulfilled.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.