The Enchanted Wood
Last light beams its golden haze through vertical trees that form a dense emerald forest. Standing on its edge, I hold out a compass to find my way back home before the sun descends.
In the dust filled ambience, a silhouette of a Hungarian wolf majestically stalks closer with piercing eyes of intrigue. It stops before me before turning around and gesturing me to follow.
Creatures of dusk peer from the distance as we walk a path to slumber guided by an owl who rests on my shoulder. With no home in sight, I climb atop a mountain of mattresses pulled from a castle and rest my head for dream state.
Life itself is the most beautiful fairytale of all, and I never want to wake up.
