Have you ever walked a snowy road through the woods, whereas the sun has yet to rise?
It is truly an eerie feeling, especially when the moon is out, casting her bleak light over the snow that reflects it. And if the road is icy, then the specs of ice patches are like shimmering, but dangerous stepping stones that appear to be made out of the moon herself. Perhaps a practical joke on her part, but she still leads the way.
When you are not blessed by the moon's presence, a torch will not help you, lest you want to alert whatever lurks in the woods of your existence. Of the many things they are, friendly is not one of them. They despise man-made things, having destroyed numerous telephone and power lines, and does not appreciate anyone trespassing on their territory. The cold only makes them more furious, so move quickly, but silently, and watch your footing; the ice is their doing.
But even they are a worshipper of the moon, and thus of the sun. Not wanting to taint the purity of the celestial beings with bloodshed of foul creatures. Therefore, make haste, unless you want to hold out till you see the first rays of hope for the day.
Hopefully, unscathed.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
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