There’s a ‘human’ who hangs outside the woods, their body cloaked in a white robe.

As the sun rises from its sleeping, Rose wakes alongside it, stretching as their gaze drifts towards the eerie forest, their ears picking up on rustling of leaves. Rose could almost imagine the screeches that come from it at midnight, the ghost figures they see.

How Rose longs to be in the forest, if only their darling would allow them to enter, if not for the concern of their safety. However, Rose’s lovely spouse, you, don’t allow them to head into the forest, despite their pleas.

Rose can’t help but feel warmth bubble in their chest at the worry you show for them. Rose’s body tenses before relaxing upon hearing you call for them, their face lighting up with excitement as they hurriedly scurry towards the sound of you, their feet narrowly avoiding the flowers surrounding your home.