Pale Pines

Venture into the gardens. A pale paradise. Serene in the daylight, silence slithers through the atmosphere. One is at peace, the silence engulfs you in a warm embrace. The lack of life is overbearing as the daylight seeps through the roofed forest. The sun begins to set, it slowly hides its glimmering face. Fearful of the night, fearful of the cold embrace. The forest now grows eerie. The serene silence now feels uneasy. You are no longer alone, hopelessly watched by a million glowing eyes, a dangerous amber. In the shadows roam a wooded figure, hollow as a tree a heart that rots. Do not look away. Do not look away.