I walked through the ruins of Stonehenge.

The night was silent and the moon full above my head. A chilly wind blew by, ruffling the leaves from the ground, the crisp sound echoing.

A faint smile graced my face as I glided past the stones. Memories of ceremonies and party’s floated through my mind, before being slowly forgotten.

I breathed a mouthful of the open air as I left.

I was back. I don’t know why. But I am a moth and the ruins are the light. Dragging me, leading me, guiding me, to places where I never see anyone but my shadows.