Every night the forest hummed. Itâs a song I had heard before, somewhereâ that much I was be sure ofâ but not one I could ever quite place. One night I followed it. I sang along, that precious little melody finding its harmony with me. I didnât know where I was going, what I was looking for, or if there was even something to find.
A pale horse. She rode upon it. I knew her name, somewhere in my mind, just scarcely on the tip of my tongue. Her eyes were kind, but her smile seemed pained. Without a word she extended a hand, and I took it. She helped me onto the horse, and I clung to her like a frightened child. I wept softly against her shoulder as I felt my body run cold.







