~ A nameless adventurer marches on to the edge of a forest.
Shrouded in darkness and in a thick veil of mist, not a sound can be heard,
except for his footsteps and the crunch of dead leaves.
After wandering deeper within, our knight contemplates his tragedy.
Compelled to progress before the transformation is complete.
But just for a moment, as the moon shines between the branches and the critters chant in serenity,
A dancing orange flame flickers solemnly against the dark of night.
Finally, a moment of peace, a brief moment of respite. ~