The forest hides from the world enveloped a cloak of mist. Silence permeates through the cold. The trees look in from the darkness for they alone are aware of the beauty that walks through their midst. They do not have eyes to see nor mouths to express, and yet they are still fortunate enough to be around such wonder.
Two sprites roam the shadows. Where they go the darkness feels thinner & less menacing. Benevolence follows them as they move through the forest, for not even the trees could bear illwill to such pure spirits. As they move the branches shift and the roots give way, or is it simply a trick of the light?
The whole thicket is overcome by a sense of harmony, a melody of peace. Drips of rain echo through the brush. The earth itself is at rest, hypnotized by the stillness. Two sets of footfalls patter through the underwood, two sets of footprints lead into the heart of the woods.