I painstakingly laid each step in its place, desperate to move silently, but to no avail. The air was moist and heavy and I could feel the condensation in my nostrils and upper lip each time my lungs refilled. Anyone that has spent time in the wilderness knows that the forest is full of sound, but not tonight. A incorporeal weight seemed to be smothering all of the surrounding the life. I could feel it and so could the forest. The ink of the night was being gently, but forcefully pushed further and further back, yet no objects were being illuminated. It was as though the light radiating from just north of me was swallowing the night, over taking it. Not as the day dismisses each night with a sunrise, but as evil does to innocence when all faith is lost.