Wild Berry Meadow breaking my back just to know your name

After a few minutes of winding through the grassy maze, the man’s pace began to loosen. Soon, he slowed to a stop upon a slight mound, which blemished the sea of grasses and bushes.

However, he became overcome with the sensation that he was not alone. The presence of one, or more, was carried to him by the breeze.

Unease prickled the hairs along his spine.

Taking a last, sweeping glance of the meadow which lay before him, the man retreated back down the soft incline—

and slipped back beneath the waves of grass.