A forest full of pessimism, there were things
that crept out of the dark. I am right now in a dark, tangled maze of tunnels
and secret paths. I perceived an abandoned tree house and was on my way to
reach it.
But
the fog crept up on the tree house like a ghostly serpent; it slid along the
windows, flicked its tongue into the corners of the tree house, waited a moment
and then slipped back along the path. The tree house was surrounded by rotting
leaves and dead branches. You couldn’t tell one part of the forest from the
other! “It’s impossible to reach there” I muttered.