Talk:Watching from the Forest/@comment-24447361-20141026230748

"It wore a suit, crisp and smooth as if it had just been ironed. The being's head was blank at first, but then took on the shape of his own mother's, smiling and inviting. Its arms hung down to it's knees, and its fingers hung farther; long, glistening spears glowing grey in the moonlight. Ten tendrils of smoke burst from its back, forming intricate patterns in the air."

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