As the forest undergoes a transformation, it seems as though it has absorbed the brilliant glow of the sun, with trees now emanating...

Unnamed, It is in the deepest solitude of night, a time when shadows lengthen and the world falls into slumber, that I take my pen to...

8:00 p.m. On this most restless of nights, a deep disquiet has taken hold of my very essence. The oppressive weight of invisible eyes, I...

A thin, spectral mist filled the air this morning, drawing the sunken sky down to touch the very earth of the forest floor. I found...

August 18, Sometime in the Afternoon, An icy wind has swept through the summer air, instilling a deep chill that lingers even as the...

With the sun's first golden beams, I find respite from the night's haunting trepidation. The distant thunder's ominous rumbling, though...

I can still feel the atmosphere of the night, a tangible presence in itself.