It was a peaceful day in the forest. The wind blowed the leaves of trees back and forth, and footsteps of a young boy could be heard. He wear no shoes nor shirt. In his pocket he only carried one thing: a picture of a small girl. He felt uneasy in the forest at first. The usual sound of crickets or birds. Was now replaced with absolute silence. No insects could be spotted either. It was desolate of any lifeforms. The only thing that could be seen for miles though. Was long boney trees, that streatched higher than clouds. And somehow intertwined and connected to each other with spirling branches. Either way, he treched on. It watched as he did
