Mirelah;
The wind around is silent. But when I listen close enough, I hear whispers. Words I can't make out. Some even in the old tongue.
The trees here aren't still. I can swear I feel them turn ever so slightly to look at me as I walk past them.
It's so dark I can barely see anything. There's a light in the sky, but it's not the moon. It's not as bright as the moon, and every time I get a glimpse of the sky through these trees' canopies, I see no source of the light. Just a partly lit sky creating a poorly lit night.
I can't keep walking aimlessly like this. I need to hide. I don't know how long I've been here, but I don't intend to die before the way back presents itself. There could be anything lurking in the shadows.
I already saw my twisted reflection, and flowers with eyes. I don't want to find out what else this place has to offer when night falls.
