DAY 1: The Interlude

Do you hear that?

Be aware and still,

For the forest's whispers beckons you near
Listen closely and you might hear laughter among the trees

As the wind sings tales from distant past

Of dust and glory,
Of kings and ruins,
Of sorrow and mirth,

Let your soul rest amongst the trees' watchful eyes
We are but weary travelers seeking refuge

However

Beware of fairy rings and hawthorn trees

Lest you anger those we call the Fair Folk