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As the fog creeps in, slithering through the brush to reach its target, it climbs slowly up the tree. The roots they twist into the soft ground of the forest floor. Cushioned moss placed against the trunk flows spontaneously. Free flowing, contorted branches reach out to touch the sky. the leaves, already withered and dead, float to the ground in the serene surroundings, disturbing the perfect silence. chaos is broken as the sunlight pierces through the bare branches, giving the forest a new appearence.
Bare Branches
