Mm, could be cultivated with dyed waters, right?

( for the most part, he forgets what he doesn't want to remember. sides it back to the recesses of his mind, where it lives if it's important enough, but he doesn't linger. why?

he'd rather breathe in the light than think too hard on what lies in the shadows. )

Ooh, do you hear that? I think there's a fountain in here! Or a creek, something trickling.