#khosph

There was no doubt that Pacifica loved her long walks in the forests that surrounded her house. Losing track of the time amongst the trees rustling in the gentle woodland breezes was what she found to be an excellent way of relieving stress. The girl would often find herself getting lost in the rather odd, mysterious aura that settled over the brush like a blanket, and today was no different. The blonde’s gentle eyes scanned the woods, a map in her arms as she labeled various, rather noticeable, landmarks with a bright red sharpie. This process continued on for several minutes before she finally began to notice that something felt different, and she couldn’t quite place what it was. Pacifica glanced behind her, she knew she’d just recorded a rotting stump on the map. Much to her surprise however, there was no such thing in sight.