𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

The forest is silent, and so are you, a lone traveller. Where rings the chime that dares to break the hush?

Are they the singing bells of a belle's anklets? Or is it the jingle of the Orion's twinkle?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 are cogniscapes of perception, inherently silent; where silence is often encroached by belles and beasts, by stars and dust. Is the auditory invasion a nuisance, or is it the singular drop that sets a stagnant superficies aquae rippling in concord?

They say, the ringing of anklets, engaged in a lustful gait, have ruined the silent meditation of countless sages; but what if those 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 invite you to an arcadia, where heavens stoop to spill on earth?

If you were a lone wanderer, would you fear the 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬... or would you listen close enough to decipher their enigmatic call?