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A chill breeze fills the air. The soft crunch of leaves under your feet reverberates off of the encroaching trees. You'd never noticed how they all seemed to loom over you, reaching in towards you with gnarled branches. Were they always like that?

A snapping twig behind you stops you in your tracks. Your head darts back and forth as you search for a cause... but there's nothing but you and the trees. So many trees. Where did the houses go? Where are the streetlamps? Where are the streets...? 

A snap from the front this time... and you turn just in time to see something scurry behind the black trunk of a giant oak. It's body creaks in the building wind, practically screaming at you to turn and run. Yet you step forward, feeling an unnatural curiosity drowning that urge to escape. You have to know... you can't NOT KNOW... they're real... 

You round the edge of the ancient bark behemoth and come face to face with... 

[To Be Continued]


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Anonymous

i would like it

Anonymous

I’m an April baby but I’m i n v e s t e d 🍁🎃