The Boy of the Blue Wood

It has been a long time, it seems, since I found myself in this place. It's hard to explain how it all became like this, I scarcely understand it myself. But I don't mind.

It was a dark day, all like the rest, when I awoke in this wood. The first thing that I noticed was how the stars shone with a strange darkness, rather than light. The trees soared above high enough to reach the clouds, the branches were smooth and cold. The moon, the darkest thing in the sky. Like a blanket in the breeze, it's black fingers touched every corner of the sky.

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