The fields are greener today.

Not warm yet.

But winter has clearly stepped aside.

Stacy kneels beside a small patch of flowers growing near the roadside.

“Rebirth always looks peaceful,” she says.

Caelwyn studies the forest line in the distance.

“Looks can be misleading.”

---

She brushes dirt from the leaves.

“Spring works because it follows a pattern.”

“Seeds.”

“Rain.”

“Sun.”

“The same order every year.”

Caelwyn nods slightly.

“A cycle.”

“Yes.”

She stands.

“And cycles are gentle.”

---

They walk slowly toward the orchard.

The ground is soft from thaw.

Somewhere a crow calls.

Caelwyn glances toward the excavation pit beyond the fields.

“That wasn’t gentle.”

“No.”

Stacy’s voice is calm.

“That wasn’t rebirth.”

---

Caelwyn folds his arms.

“Then what do you call it?”

She takes a moment before answering.

“Recall.”

---

The word hangs strangely in the air.

Mechanical.

Cold.

Caelwyn raises an eyebrow.

“That implies intention.”

“It implies interference.”

She looks toward the forest.

“Rebirth happens on its own.”

“Necromancy does not.”

---

A group of villagers passes them on the road.

They speak quietly.

Everyone in the village has heard the story now.

The man who died last autumn.

The man who walked out of the forest three days ago.

---

Caelwyn watches the road until they are gone.

“You think someone did this?”

“Yes.”

“Recently?”

“No.”

Stacy shakes her head.

“Long ago.”

---

They stop near the fence overlooking the excavation site.

The pit is covered again.

Boards across the opening.

Heavy stones on top.

Like someone is afraid of what might climb out.

---

“Vodou has a similar idea,” Stacy says.

Caelwyn glances at her.

“Zombies.”

“Yes.”

“But not the cinema version.”

She taps the wooden fence with her finger.

“A body without its will.”

“Controlled.”

“Used.”

---

Caelwyn studies the disturbed earth around the pit.

“So the magician commands the corpse.”

“Sometimes.”

“And sometimes?”

Stacy looks toward the dark forest again.

“Sometimes the corpse remembers something else.”

---

The wind moves through the fields.

Grass bends in waves.

Spring everywhere.

Life pushing upward.

But the pit remains silent.

Heavy.

Closed.

---

Caelwyn finally speaks.

“Nature brings life back.”

“Yes.”

“Necromancers drag it back.”

“Yes.”

He studies the horizon.

“And the body we saw…”

---

Stacy finishes the thought quietly.

“…did not ask to return.”

---

They stand there for a long moment.

Watching the forest.

Watching the wind move through the fields.

Watching spring continue as if nothing is wrong.

---

🜍 BIRTH — Week 2

Spring gives life.

Necromancy takes it.

And sometimes

the dead are forced to walk between both.

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