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Irrith, an island home away from home. Uncovered a new plant today on my walk around the island. Tucked away in darker portion of the undergrowth, I practically fell on the specimen as my foot snagged a root. A brief tumble down into this little pocket revealed a deep and articulate new ecosystem that I had not seen on my last trek. Then again, giving that I do not visit such places much or often I surmise that it is only likely that such plant would begin to evolve in my absence.
I may have created this word through the write, or, as some would argue created a link to this world through the write, but it seems that the structure of the world is changing even all around me. This is concerning.

From past experience I have seen what befalls ill written world, their inherent instabilities, and their inevitable downfall. When I created Irrith, it was an experiment based off of several other worlds I had linked to. But in the end it was just to be a stepping stone to creating Bastion. Now, that world is gone and there is no restoration that will bring it back.

My mind keep wandering here, just as my feet seem to carry me over the island I cannot help but see how much has changed. The deciduous forest I wrote here along with the flora and fauna have gone. The dock where I kept two boats at harbor also gone. Along with the rocky coast line that has now become sand. Yet, when I go back to the Book, those words remain.

Irrith has moved on, and I suppose that I to must do the same.

Previously: Irrith: An Island In The Sea

Description
Irrith, an island home away from home. Uncovered a new plant today on my walk around the island. Tucked away in darker portion of the undergrowth, I practically fell on the specimen as my foot snagged a root. A brief tumble down into this little pocket revealed a deep and articulate new ecosystem that I had not seen on my last trek. Then again, giving that I do not visit such places much or often I surmise that it is only likely that such plant would begin to evolve in my absence.
I may have created this word through the write, or, as some would argue created a link to this world through the write, but it seems that the structure of the world is changing even all around me. This is concerning.

From past experience I have seen what befalls ill written world, their inherent instabilities, and their inevitable downfall. When I created Irrith, it was an experiment based off of several other worlds I had linked to. But in the end it was just to be a stepping stone to creating Bastion. Now, that world is gone and there is no restoration that will bring it back.

My mind keep wandering here, just as my feet seem to carry me over the island I cannot help but see how much has changed. The deciduous forest I wrote here along with the flora and fauna have gone. The dock where I kept two boats at harbor also gone. Along with the rocky coast line that has now become sand. Yet, when I go back to the Book, those words remain.

Irrith has moved on, and I suppose that I to must do the same.

Previously: Irrith: An Island In The Sea