Through The Wood

Sunlight sifted through the patches of leaves and made patterns here and there on the dark carpet of green that lay beneath. Somewhere overhead the day had begun, but the wood was still and quiet save for the creaking of the old trees and the whispers of wind that passed through on their way to somewhere beyond.

Sofia stood at the edge. She took a deep breath, squeezed her hands together, and left the warmth of the outside, stepping forward into the shadows.

One moment there stood Sofia; and then the dark wood had enveloped her, and she was gone.