Moiff

The brown grass crunches under your feet as you walk into the desolate field. All is silent. It’s that in between time of year, when animals have burrowed into the ground, ready for winter, and frost covers the land.

The lush plants surrounding you reach their flourishing branches and stalks into the sky, which, although blocked by the thick knot of tree branches, still shines through the leaves, casting the verdant forest floor with a pleasant green light.