The violet forest
The forest. You don't know why but you know you have to go into that
forest. As you walk across the plains of grass you try to remember
what happend, how you got here. Youre mind feels like a diary that
fell in a lake. There is loose words, smudged images but nothing that
truly helped you.
As you reach the edge of the forest you
look back one more time before walking perposefully past the first
tree.
