Is a snake's reality any truer than a bat's?
This wasn’t a normal Thursday. A grey and gloomy sheet was blanketing the hill, with etches of violet and blood orange slipping through the trees to the west. She was carefully making her way through the mud and the tangled roots of the heavy, old redwoods of the woodland. The rain that had fallen earlier smelled glorious. She reached the edge, and paused. Looked around with wide, nervous eyes. Moonlight mixed in, casting an eerie pale shadow on the vast compound. Silence..