The trees remember everything. Things that are, things that were, things that will be. The Forest of Cheem is a repository of the memories of a galaxy. Remembering the histories of every species it has collectively encountered. Its travelling saplings send back knowledge and memories as their roots grow further into the earth of their new home planets. Deep down into the earth, soaking up the memories of the ground they walk upon and the sky above them. Remembering each planet’s birth pains, injuries and joys, each species that has graced or cursed its surface.
So too they know each planet’s end, whether cold and lonely in ice or loud and fast in flames. They remember all that isn’t, all that wasn’t, all that never will be. All those that have been lost to common memory are as old friends to them.
Many species are uncomfortable with them if they know about their memories, still more are comforted by it. They know all your sins, whether petty or huge, and they forgive each one, for its is all part of a greater pattern, one that binds the universe together. Picking their way steadily through the universe careful not to interfere in its warp and weft, knowing, grieving, rejoicing.
They miss the Time Lords, with their memories so much like their own. Yet so much colder, far less forgiving.
She stands on the spinning space platform, as the planet known as Earth dies below them, feeling the forest reaching out through her to give comfort to the world that birthed its ancestors. She holds the hand of the last of a terribly rare and much missed species and reaches out her own mind to his. For a brief moment his eyes close and his mind reaches out to her own, releasing the burden he bears, just for a moment.
In that moment she knows her own end, and in this moment remembering his world with him, her only regret is that her time on the same path as he has been so very short.
Nine/Jabe
So too they know each planet’s end, whether cold and lonely in ice or loud and fast in flames. They remember all that isn’t, all that wasn’t, all that never will be. All those that have been lost to common memory are as old friends to them.
Many species are uncomfortable with them if they know about their memories, still more are comforted by it. They know all your sins, whether petty or huge, and they forgive each one, for its is all part of a greater pattern, one that binds the universe together. Picking their way steadily through the universe careful not to interfere in its warp and weft, knowing, grieving, rejoicing.
They miss the Time Lords, with their memories so much like their own. Yet so much colder, far less forgiving.
She stands on the spinning space platform, as the planet known as Earth dies below them, feeling the forest reaching out through her to give comfort to the world that birthed its ancestors. She holds the hand of the last of a terribly rare and much missed species and reaches out her own mind to his. For a brief moment his eyes close and his mind reaches out to her own, releasing the burden he bears, just for a moment.
In that moment she knows her own end, and in this moment remembering his world with him, her only regret is that her time on the same path as he has been so very short.
Rose/Jabe, Ten/Shakespeare, Ace/Rani