Forrest. Only trees, with barely yellowed leaves, that will soon start to fall, covering the ground completely just to prepare their hosts for winter, and then a new beginning that every spring brings. Life goes on, at least for the world.
My paws hit the ground hard, digging deep into the marshy ground with every step I take. I run so fast that everything around me is just blurry views full of green, brown and yellow. Fortunately, the night falls quickly so soon my charcoal fur will blend into the blackness of the night. Everything will finally match. My black aura, which by now is probably single coloured, my fur and my surroundings. Appropriate to the situation, but the night in me shouldn't await the new dawn, my internal night will most likely never pass.
I couldn't go back to my
