Forest dreams are filled with growing moss - reaching to its core with glimmering tendrils.

Forest fingers shine with fireflies - will o' the wisps dancing to the dim pulse of light.

Forest lungs are coated with amber and emerald, reflecting its soul in myriads of gleaming stars.

Forest heart lies in my hands.

Onyx eyes look at me from every corner, beasts of tangled vines and deepest shadows, watching me carefully, apparitions of the twilight, deities of the foggy morns.

"Are you one with us? Are you one with us?" hundreds of voices dive into my ears with silent words, carving their meaning in my mind.

"Always" and I sink my teeth into the marrow of the green god.

The forest shines with familiar darkness and the blood of the trees mark my soul, offering me wild enchantment, putting it right into my receptive nerves, filling me with dark delight.