In the thick of the woods your cottage resided in, you were out in, walking about the ferns and the gnarled oaks as always. There wasn’t much to do other than that in this quiet life. Darkness began to fall, your mother had always talked of how dangerous the forest got at night, so you began to head back before you… saw someone? Her hair was long and dark, face thoughtful as she held her hand against a tree, eyes looking up like she was acknowledging something there. Her head snapped to you.