I had a dream. A weird dream.
It was nightfall. I was in the forest wandering cluelessly through the trees. A thick blanket of mist that covered the ground gave the terrain a chilling and enchanted feel. I was cold and was probably in the strangest type of clothing. My hair was in curls and my garments in rags. On top of that I had been wearing boots which I hated the most.
Finding no way to escape I decided to move ahead. Making my way I searched for a clearing. The mist blurred my vision. Every tree became a black smudge. Looking up the trees began to dance as the wind swayed in the night sky. Moonlight simmered through the tree tops seeming to illuminate brighter than ever as the mist rose into the air, trapping me in an eternal fog of white.
(…to be continued)