This made me feel some kind of way. Still can't pin it down exactly. Some core memories were unlocked of exploring the woods by the school as a kid, where rumor had it a witch lived that would mesmerize and make a servant of you. Revisiting the same woods as an adult, they weren't scary, now a known quantity. Magic hides in the unknown. Everything was smaller than I remembered and the magic had left, only ever a collection of beautiful misunderstandings.