I guess I understand that. Where I come from dead things go back to the earth. Dead things renew, not keep walking around. It's a very big world.
That seems really strange to me, the idea of a body without a purpose. I'm a thing that makes the shape it needs as I go. I started as a fox, but now I can be new shapes. It seems more efficient that way. Do you make the souls living in bodies leave if you want them, or do you have to wait?
That's a pretty memory to have.
I like holly in the woods and burning wood, especially if it's been painted. It smells like closure, or an end to something. Vanilla was pretty a few decades ago but it smells fake now, like chemicals. I like dirt and sweat and breath after a lot of play.