Sabali Daye
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The Mystic Tale
The Mystic Tale By: Sabali Daye Snow falls consuming all beneath it. As the moon peeks through the dark clouds, the land radiates like pearls under white light. Rustles of the evergreens whistle to the tune of the frigid winter breeze. Dancing to the natural symphony shuffles the small stealthy feet of Lynx stalking the woodline. She seemed carried by the winds as her movements flowed fluently in the same direction of the limbs of the evergreen. Just out of the reach of the woodline underneath a wooden picnic table stood, a grungy little brown hare staring at the brilliance of the moon as if in a trance. In its paws it was holding something unusual. A small milky stone with dark streaks that seemed to glow just as bright as the figure in the sky.
By Sabali Daye3 years ago in Futurism