The sounds of night befell the hut. Chirps of crickets and locus filled the silent air. Heart's eye fluttered open. Sleep now evaded him. Awake, he stood and stretched his weary bones. Slumber caused more pain that joy but he had to close his eyes sometime.
Turning his face from side to side to look at the blackened windows he sighed deeply knowing his venture into dreams had only lasted long enough for the sun to escape him and the darkness to seize control of the world he lived.
The flimsy door shook open and a rush of cool air blasted his hair gently. His nose froze slightly and his eyes watered. The night was young still.
The field that stretched his home before the forests in the distance danced a lazy song. The soft breezes drifted the grasses and flowers perfectly, dreams rivaled this but no figment could over-power the feelings and emotion that pulsed on this ever moving moonlit stage.
Heart walked among the festivities. His hands feeling the wind's caresses and the moon seemed to chill his mind and heart. Day had slept while night awoke. He was safe within this solitude and shadow.
A noise that seemed unnatural within the bubble of nature broke the song like a wrong cord played on the piano during a symphony. It was drowned by the other sounds and instruments, but to a listener and practitioner of the art it could be heard.
Heart followed to trail of misheard sound within the hall of nature's music and dance. His eyes traces the note and to his surprise he saw what he had never seen. Something so beautiful, so wonderful that the moon and stars dimmed before the sight, greatly. Fear vanished, hate dissolved, sadness lifted it's self from Heart's heart.
There in the distance. Between two large maples that seemed to be a gateway to the Ever-Lost Forest stood a girl. Beauty shimmered off of her like faintly glowing fairy dust. She seemed to absorb the moonlight. The spotlight of the night-world beamed on her. She was awe-striking. Heart had befallen her wonderful spell.
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