In the deepness of dark green, within the blackness of shadows, a spot of light magically reflects its glitter, transforming the rough wilderness into sweet serenity. A fragile rosebud, that holds a galaxy of shinning stars within, is safely hidden in the unreachable depths of silence and seclusion. When the light of the moon fades away between the clouds and the suns rays fail to reach the soil and dither when tauching the dark leaves, it is then when a whispering sound is heard.
Silence becomes a ghost, that screams as the wind, harshly blows.
Seclusion roamers through the forest, haunting its beauty. The Mighty Forest of Dreams, majestically rises from the ground to forgive the emptyness around, to bring life and transform dirt into fairy dust. A mere vision, an illussion of the mind, is its existance, for a dream it is, that flys away to become the Dream of dreams. And for a single moment, through infinity, it becomes as real as a pearl's glitter under the blue waters. Leaves crushed, become worthless fillings that gracefully carpet the the path that the fair nymph walks upon.