Emberwood glass into butter, butter into starlight

@Vivian <3 - please forgive the rambling below

Nostalgic.

It was the first word that popped into the titan's mind as his eyes set upon the twisting patterns of the dimly illuminated forest floor, roots sprawling the earth not unlike waves in a rolling sea. He would have called the sight beautiful but the word could not measure to the tranquility he felt stir beneath his breast. No, this was more than just beautiful. This was a world of yesteryear tucked into the fine corners of a looming mountain and a beast so broken, so...unbefitting as himself did not belong in it. 

And yet it was what he could not have that he wanted most. Oh how he longed for the days of his adolescence when he would slip away to daydream in a forest such as this. After all it was here among the orchestra of branches and fading sunlight that he felt most free, for in any fleeting moment he would draw a shaky breath and allow himself to indulge in the nearly forgotten, lighthearted ways of his youth.