Creative writing pieceA bird's song echoes across the landscape although the sky was still dark, the shapes of the mountains visible only by starlight and only to the focused eye.Creative writing piece by azzep
The Trees stand silent like soldiers staring intimidating from their canopies as the figure passes silently at a speed not fast, yet not slow, the pace of an individual willing to be elsewhere, but only faster than that which follows from a distance.
As the night begins to fade the landscape begins to hesitantly reveal itself to any present to witness its details existence.
Trees begin to take on detail, flowers and fungi begin to show their vibrant colours for either attracting or warding various insects to their locations.
The Colours create a surreal surrounding for the figure who examines the world filtered and drained of all but the few colours of the flowers, then moves on without losing pace.
A small flock of wild creatures native to the region observe the figures movement from a distance, mostly losing interest once the po