within these woods are breathing trees who send their leaves to bend our knees while the ghost face follows through thickets and hollows through old, deep blackness in a bleak, swift madness. the monster follows close behind but we are unafraid to take our time though hands of grass grope at our tracks and the path keeps closing at our backs. close your eyes! walk boldly into darkened spaces, scary places where hollow bones and ghostly tones search round and round to find us. and though they follow close behind don't worry we'll take our time.
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