A night in the peaceful forest
In the dark, you take one step, and a branch snaps. You stop. You try to see if anything got disrupted. The distant noise is nothing you have met before, but it just rolls around the same way as it did before you entered the forest. You follow it with the hope that in some way you would be able to find some life and some light. Perhaps a small cottage or maybe some sort of fire to warm yourself at.
But going further and further into the forest, you find nothing, just a small moonlit clearing. On the other end of it, there are two bird-like figures sitting seemingly floating in the mist. They seem to be talking to each other, while the branches above them are swinging lightly in the wind - making creaking sounds. But wait, are they really branches? As you look harder, you feel as if those branches would be slowly growing fingers and hands and would try to grab those who sit under. That is the point where you decide that you better leave quickly no matter what kind of delirium you see. Stumbling out of the forest, back to the road where you came from, you try to recall what have you seen exactly.
On the road though, the more you try to remember the less detail appears to be accurate about what you saw, and after a time all you are left with is some hazy impression of some dreamlike image of something even you can’t explain. Bird-like creatures? Trees having branches like hands and trying to grab? You don’t even believe in yourself anymore.
It was all a dream, it was all just an illusion from the exhaustion of the long road you have traveled. So you decide to move further along the road and find a hawthorn bush to lie under. But will the hawthorn’s branches caress you too while you are dreaming?
