Wild Berry Meadow he followed

For a moment he closed his eyes and let the starlight press through his eyelids and design him a fantasy. Noctura imagined that this meadow was full of grass, and that the sounds of his own breath were the sounds of the breeze swishing gently through the plants. He imagined a world of colour around him, flowers bright and wild, albeit atmospherically dim in the darkness of night.

Before he opened his eyes, he accepted entirely that the meadow remained desolate, though the fantasy had been a sweet one. But suddenly — be careful, white shadow. The deep-voiced male regarded the sudden stranger, not expecting his presence. Both, it seemed, had been distracted by the heavens.