It seemed as though another had entered the Unknown in the usual way. Immediately, fear had begun spreading through the roots of the forest, rattling at his feet. There was a darkness in this one that he had not seen in quite some time, but he had not come here to die, which was new. Usually those with such hopelessness crawled into the woods and quickly gave themselves up to the earth, but here was somebody ( or something ) that was still walking. He prodded the soul, felt sensitivity in addition to the wariness. Some singing would do him good.