Anonymous Point of View
I looked around once more, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes. I can’t afford to lose myself in front of all these humans. I have to get out of here as soon as I can. Gothic architecture has its own sparks. Those huge, wide pillars are helping me to hide from all those eyes. Sweat on my forehead is telling me I’m on the verge of shifting. This is not good. My eyes fall on growing dark nails. I touch my face once, gently, to find out the growing hairs on my chin. With the trembling limbs, I sprint towards the wood.
Now I know how all our ancestors have survived here. All because of these woods. They are here just to hide us, protect us, like a mother. I look behind to ensure I am not being followed. I breathe out deeply in relief. Throwing my bag in the dirt, I run a
