Deep in the woods, under the veiled canopy of trees, where the smell of rotting wood and mushrooms perfume the air-
There is a well.
A very special well.
At night you can hear singing, laughing, see jolly lights from somewhere far below.
You peer over the edge, the light dancing in your eyes and the smell of candy floss in your heart as you try to see what the laughter is about.
But a moth fluttering too close to a candle’s flame will eventually be burned.
Perhaps you lose your grip naturally, perhaps a vine around the well suddenly moves to push you in.
Either way, the next time singing is heard coming from the well…
Your voice is now in that joyous chorus.
! oh !!
i had not been expecting this. It's been awhile, to me at least, since I had sent that ask! Thank you for this lovely treat. Very fitting, all things considered.
folding this in my mind into a paper crane. Oh Yes.
