Scampering in the dark forest

Dark shadow streak in the forest, swift and silent.

The trees bend slightly, whispering of its passing.

Moonlight catches only glimpses, then swallows them whole. A presence unseen but felt, pressing against the night.

Footsteps dissolve into damp earth, leaving no trace.

Something watches, something moves, yet nothing lingers.

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