A forest so cold and empty,

The only sound is my feet snapping the dry cold leaves from last season.

And the birds chirping frantically.

Oblivious and unaware, just looking for a breathe of fresh air.

As I cautiously approached the desertless and darkest part of the woods,

My gut begun churn.

Sqwauking of the birds faded as I kept down this trail.

The grass path I was trailing along had turned into a gross icky mud path.

“Rank.” I exclaimed as I yanked my black knee high boots out from under the guck.

Twisting my head severely to see where have am I.

I noticed the gracefully placed leaves on the tress were a perculiar purple,

Like nothing I’ve ever seen.

Branches seemed to dance and jig to the sound of the whistling wind.

There was no sky in sight,

I was completely armored with leaves of various shades of purples.

I could feel their energy in my solar plexus.

The humming of what I thought was humming birds,

Swarming past me leaving me dazed,

to my amaze they were angels.

My eyes widening and knees fell weak as my head filled with questions.

What is this

What’s happening

Am I high

So many questions span through the corners of my brain as I watched mini scale angels holding hands and fluttering their soft wings.

My simple human brain couldn’t understand what it was I’m experiencing.

Then Suddenly as I stayed on my knees in a state of awe,

Mini arrows were being shot from every corner in my vision.

In the distance a slaughter scream,

Echoing causing my ears to sting and bleed.

I began to shake, my stomach coming out of my throat.

I stood up and slowly stepped back.