The Gyrian Wood

A man lost in the dark Gyrian Wood invites great change, and risks great loss.

The first loss is the loss of heart. He forgets all meaning to his life. His family and friends, sorrows and blessings, victories and failures. The most crippling shame, the most passionate love, all is slated clean.

The second loss is the loss of apparatus. He forgets the world around him. Colors lose their names. Wars are forgotten. Skills honed over years of method and tradition slowly vanish. The knight sheds his sword. The mage sheds his staff. Eventually the very language with which he speaks fades into nothing, and dreams bring only labyrinths of trees and shrub.

The third is the loss of semblance. He forgets what he is. He is neither human, nor beast, having no concept of either. He is of the moment, existing only to exist. A creature of base instinct.

The man lost in the Gyrian woods must learn to walk again, but not as a human. He is no longer lost. He is no longer naked or helpless. He is a druid of Gyria.