Blackfeather Woods a light above descending, below a dark ascending

It had been so long.

She found herself windswept, snow dusted, exhausted. The woods still seemed the same. Tragedy tainted and dark despite the way the world had been painted white.

Always the Blackfeather Woods seemed keen to stay true to their name.

Yet she followed each old path, overgrown by now, as if they had always been a part of her. As if they were veins connecting to her heart. She wondered if she might...find something. Someone.

A reflection of herself, a ghost lost to history.

She missed them deeply as she poked along an old abandoned den. Wondering what it had seen in her absence.