Campfire log 09 // No signal
Don't Even Peek
The firelight is warm but it does not welcome. Step slow. The woods keep your name in their bark.
the pines count your steps
you found the trailhead
Follow the hush
Each step drags a story. The moss shines with rain that has not fallen. The birds stop before you do. When the path narrows, you are still moving, but the woods move too.
Ash on the wind
Footsteps behind you
Lanterns fading
Lanterns go quiet
They glow when you breathe out. They dim when you look right at them. The light is not for you. It is for the things watching.
north trail
river bend
stone hollow
The threshold keeps its eyes open
If you go further, keep your voice low. If you turn back, the fire will follow. There is a box here. It is empty. It is not.
dont open its already open