Feng shui forest

Loquacious spirits woke us in the night we slept in the Feng shui Forest, burned when the New Day Dawning government suspected its link to the Olds and their feudal superstition. (We had counted on the forest to offer cover.) The rider who made his way under the moon, through the mists, appeared as a manifestation of our melancholia. He wore the weight of so much tree death. Though a bird appeared on a charred branch to cheer him, it did not reveal our campsite.

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