Horror & Silverwing
Ever notice how the night turns a forest into a living nightmare?
The night just thickens the shadows, makes the trees whisper and the prey hide. You either follow the silence or get lost in it.
You keep your head down and let the silence do its work, or you let it swallow you whole.
Head down, silence steady, the forest listens and I listen back.
Keep your head low and let the trees swallow the sound, then watch what they whisper back.
The trees hold the noise, so I listen for the faintest rustle. They reveal what hides.