The Dryad was getting old, he had wandered the world for milenia seen the wonders of life from the tundra forests of the snowy north where animals strugled to eeke out a living to the scorching deserts where more life lived underground than above it. It had seen civilizations rise and fall and mountains turn to plains.
The Dryad had decided to follow the natural cycle and move on to the next life, to alow its body to become food for the planet and other life to take its place. The Dryad was bound to one of the oldest forests on the planet and knew that with its death the forest would be seriously affected likley rendering the forest infertile for hundreds of years. so the dryad devised a method with all of its experience to untether its self from the forest and take the magical backlash upon itself leaving the forest whole. As the Dryad released its tether to its forest it had one last moment to think over its life and think happily of what the next life would bring
As the tether released the Dryad felt its consciousness separate from its body. Suddenly it was floating in complete darkness no sense of time or where it was. but there was a vague feeling almost instinct like it was floating towards a distant destination.
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as it was floating all it had to do was look around. It realized that it wasn't really looking it was more like sensing and the farther the distance the less clear things were. the first things it noticed was that there were things in the darkness, they were all sorts of colors the most common were red, brown, blue and white, but there were other colors some that felt more like impressions than colors.
As the pull towards the destination got stronger it started to see more and more of these "wisps" and gradually realized that these were the souls of other creatures. It then became curious about its own soul and looked at itself. It was stunned it realized that its soul was over twice the size of the other souls around it and was radiating a vivifying green that pulsed with life.
Eventually there grew to be more and more souls clouding within its sight all giving off their unique colors, and the Dryads soul thought that they looked like an aurora borealis from its old world bustling with colors in continuous trails.
Suddenly right in front of the the Dryad's soul there was a violent rupture and the soul was torn from its path to the distant destination. It was jostled and slammed, its soul straining and starting to tear the pain overwhelming until the souls consciousness fell away.