It was early morning at the height of spring, the forest was glimmering emerald with new growth and the heady scent of blooming flowers perfumed the air. The wind blew through the trees making the branches sway and the leaves rustle with a noise akin to the crashing tide upon the distant seashore. It was a beautiful day for wandering the winding paths that meandered through the old forest, to smell the jewel-like flowers and listen to the trilling song of the birds as they flitted from proud oak to slender birch to stately rowan. He walked slowly down the faint trail, drinking in the vibrant, riotous explosion of life that always accompanied spring as the world awoke from winter's slumber. The Old Forest really was the best place to take his morning walks, far away from any other living soul. It was often the only place he could find peace and quiet or privacy. It was a shame that so few people entered these woods, they had always held a special quality for him, always making him feel welcome. It was silly perhaps, but coming here often felt like coming home. Then again, the fewer people that came here the more he could enjoy the forest's unsullied beauty and virgin paths, wandered only by the occasional deer. The people who lived near the forest were a superstitious lot, it was why very few of the locals walked in the woods. They believed in a lot of nonsense about ghosts and spirits
Ankara bayan escort and nymphs in the old forest, lying in wait for the unwary traveller, waiting to steal their souls or trick them to their deaths. Tales of goblins and ghouls were far from his mind today as he wandered without any real purpose in mind. He would return to the village later, for now he was simply soaking in the serenity of nature. Unfortunately his solitude would not last much longer. At first he paid no heed to the noise, thinking it to be little more than the sighing of the wind through the trees, but as he walked on the noise grew louder and more distinct. A gentle song on the breeze, a faint voice drifting on the ether. He couldn't make out the words, but the song seemed to call to him. It was the voice of a young woman and the song seemed to hold promise, a deep longing that set an ache in his heart. He turned off the path, his pace quickened as he followed the faint singing of that pure, musical voice. The song was beautiful but alien, it seemed to contain the sighing of the wind and the rustle of the leaves, deep aching longing merged with the joy of the sun shining bright and hot on emerald leaves, the slow contentment of roots burrowing deep into the rich earth, the patient slumber of winter and the frantic ecstasy of spring's awakening. He pushed by leaves and
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