Hiraeth: The Forest

Hiraeth: The Forest

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 3, 2019
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Paranormal
Darkness. The forest laid silent; the moonlight illuminating the white flowers laying sporadically along the tree line. The urge to move forward, to run into that enticing unknown. A land of freedom, no one to see or to judge, to simply go forward within desire and explore all that the forest has to offer. Staring into nothingness, slowly moving forward, itching to just run straight in. Temptation burning me from the inside out. My pace picked up, footsteps growing louder, leaves crunching beneath my bare feet, no sense of pain to be felt at my soles. The only thing I could feet was the forest calling to me. A sudden snap catches my attention away from the forest. My eyes quickly divert themselves to behind me. There stood a wolf. Eyes almost glowing from the reflection of the moonlight. As green as the leaves upon the branches of the trees; an entity connected to the wilderness. The wolf turned its head towards the trees, I could only assume a similar sense of enticement was within the wolf as well. The wolf ran in, disappearing as the moon became covered with the clouds, leaving everything as it once was. Darkness.
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