Phoenix Maplewood I want to reach a higher place.

it didn't take a fairy circle to send chills down his spine upon entering this forest.

memories hovered around him like fog, following his every footfall, whispering in his ear. he found his eyes darting back and forth, looking for others. of course, none of them would be here.

none of them would be here ever again. except for him.

but there was someone ahead; he saw the silvery pelt and slackened his pace, giving a wary chuff before approaching further. could be a ghost, he supposed, but he wasn't that senile. yet.

more likely, just someone drawn to the beauty of this place. . .as he had been.