A short story about a boy in a dark world, accompanied only by a set of trees. His trees.

The air is cold, the spiders are livid, and Grimesmere Gully has its eye on you. After the first new resident since founding moves to Grimesmere Gully, townsfolk alike grow curious about his decided seclusion from the community. Invitations, letters, gifts; nothing can pull the new farmer from his isolation. Meanwhile, citizens of The Gully attempt to overcome the seasonal challenges specific to their wondrous town, and the decisions they make to unlock who they think they are.

I wrote this for an English project. I hope it's good