The silhouette of the forests and the noises of the unfamiliar creatures wailing from the distance were enough for the weak-hearted to drove back to its paths and never come back. Yet, Sheila Marie let her hands fondled the forests as she passed, feeling their gracious spirits calm her own. The darkness was everywhere; and she opens up her other senses, to the sound, to the scent, and heed to every intuition and fate at herself.
The narrow path, which was made unstable by the lopsided roots outstretch at lengths. There was no map to follow but even if there was, the infinitive dark would prevent her from using it.
There were only small disruptions of crinkling wildernesses and the howl of the wind. The paths that were filled with light just hours before become lost in a blackness that ev
