While you don’t recognize this place truly as yourself, somewhere inside your heart you still can. This is a place that means a lot to you and for the people who were with you, as well as carrying a long personal history.
The world around you is whimsical and beautiful. A large open field of lavender-colored grass that softly billowed in the breeze, freckled with the occasional blooming yellow blossoms. A large velvety blanket was laid out beneath the silver rustling leaves that sprouted from branches wrapped in a soft blue tree bark. The stones, that ran in a nearby brook, glowed a faint neon inorganic luminescence that streaked through water that twisted into the air, defying gravity. The water formed the large floating lake, suspended upside down, above a clearing amidst a sparse rainbow birch forest. The trees and land also defied their usual confines, plant life and shrubbery climbed up stalagmites and mystical-shaped plateaus in the open air with no cave ceiling to form and shape the stone.
In your sight, the world seemed even more whimsical and magical than what you’re aware it is. You can see how the magic of so many different kinds, colors, and hues blend, mix, and flow all together, like a never-ending woven tapestry.
On the blanket sat a woman with long pink flowing hair, pulled up into a ponytail that ended to the middle of her back. Through the hair, you can see in the woven arcana beautiful variations of colors that shape into multiple eyes of a peacock's feather, that currently remain closed. With her across the blanket sat a simple picnic spread with a basket full of sandwiches, drinks, snacks and even some sweet treats.
Over to your side, you can see a small girl whom, for a moment, you thought was Frostine. Her short curly hair fluffed out around her face and shoulders like a pink disheveled halo, ready to fuzz out the moment she started running around again. Her horns grew from either side of her temple and just started to curl back over her ears.
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In this memory, you were just walking back while fidgeting with something in your hands, fixing it up and prepping. You looked down at the old, but perfectly pristine, camera in your hands as one of the latches seemed to have gotten stuck. Looking down was for only a moment but that was all it took to drop your guard. The next moment you felt a solid blow to the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and causing you to take a few steps back. In a loving but stern voice, you hear an unknown voice that feels fond for you. “Adaline! You need to be more careful.”
Looking down you can see the shape of the pink fluffy gremlin had headbutted their way into a tiny bearhug around your waist. She gave you the tightest squeeze her small little arms could muster before giving a big excited grin.
With the help of the woman on the blanket, you usher the girl back over to where her mother sat. While she could make it over, it was nearly impossible to get her to sit still long enough while you quickly set up the camera. Even this small tripod got stuck in the process of trying to set it up. You knew of multiple possibilities of what could be the problem and you knew many ways how to fix each of the possible problems that started to rattle off, one by one before looking up you could see it. Trying to capture a nice moment while having a picnic, fixing the tripod, or making sure the angle was right, to the woman’s request was; it just didn’t matter in that moment. Seeing your wife and daughter laughing while trying to wrestle down to sit in the right spot. Some of the contents of one of the cups had spilled onto the skirt of the woman’s, some leaves in her hair from where the tiny gremlin mastermind had rustled them in. The little one herself was more disheveled now, hair frizzing out, some of the salmon clay had gotten on her face and clothes but completely covered one of her hands. Specifically, the hand that reached for her mother, who was very not interested in joining the clay brigade.
Disconnecting the camera from the stand, you held up the camera, looked through the lens and snapped the picture.
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This is the memory of the two pictures in the locket, while the whole thing couldn’t fit, both the woman and the little girl’s faces were sized into the pendant, smiling and laughing as they were back then. This memory is also important because it was one of the few moments that the owner of the locket felt in their heart the meaning of something they hear so often “Stop overthinking things and just relax. Take in the moment.” This locket was a reminder of that message.