When I came back to Gaia last year, I was at first filled with absolute glee at recovering a lost part of my adolescence. Suddenly memories of games, discussions, roleplays, friendships and more all came rushing back in a sometimes cringeworthy tidal wave. I was, overall, ecstatic.
But over the following weeks I spent poking around, I got sadder and sadder and eventually as things in my life got busy, it was easy to make excuses and stop checking in for my dailies.
There was something more to me not wanting to be here than just being busy. As much as I enjoyed rediscovering Gaia, something in it's current state was like a painful reminder.
It's like Gaia was a reflection of my own lost hopes and dreams, of things that we can never return to, and people we can never replace.
There's something here though. It's like an ancient ruin that holds some secret thing, deep in the labyrinthian annals of the forums. Some part of myself that I lost, perhaps, or maybe something that all of us lost.
I can see a glimmer of it, sometimes. It's like a spark of magic that I catch out of the corner of my eye, a feeling that blooms in my chest.
It wilts and dies just as fast, and yet, and yet...
I think we could grow something here.
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