Hidden, But Not Secret
The sweet sound of a warm fire and the embrace from a blanket of stars opens your eyes. Motionless, but moving in every way is the feeling. A howl in the distance and cool breezes coming and going leave the tree's whistling. Thoughts are not allowed, only experience. Feint sounds of victory are heard as the winged, god-like creatures disappear. Few will come and stay, but many will go on day to day with no knowledge of the mere existence.
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