THE FOREST DANCED. a windchime sang in the breeze as the leaves swayed to the melody, a high-pitched ring that echoed throughout their branches. in the midst of the ballad, a silhouette strolled what remained of a path, its presence unremarkably silent and still despite the surrounding commotion. it didn’t seem to have a destination in mind, rather the calm aura provided a sense of profound understanding and control–the trees were at its command. had it lifted a palm, the shrubbery would’ve swooned.
alas, at the end of the ruined path, a staircase came into view. it stood for a mere moment, silver hues raking over the architecture; indifference shrugged at its shoulders before the first step was taken. it was not so much curiosity that got the better of the creature, but a need to see forth if a threat was in the midst of their domain. the temple had certainly looked abandoned, but the scent in the air told the faerie a different story.