The forest that she had entered was a collect of old energy. She could feel the small shocks on her arms and face as if little hands were reaching out from the trees to identify her. Moving towards the rays of the moon, her only way to know where the forest ended, and she took in every sight to be held. The forest smelled of water and bark and the moss grew over everything. The trees were twisted, and their branches stretched as far as they could to cover the sky, ending with clusters of green. The mist in the background was so dense it flowed like water with no bank and if she didn’t have her floating lantern the moonlight would have not mattered. She awoke to her father yelling and her mother frantically shaking her awake. Not knowing what was going on she looked out the circular window only to see the far side of town on fire. The flames were whipping up into the sky, shedding yellow fragments of its body, the houses were going supernova before her eyes. Screams in the distance carried like a conclusive unbroken sound wave.