1/2 Darkness crept over me the way tree roots explored the forest floor. I could not escape, I was assimilated into the murky gloom. I became inseparable from the dusk. One could not tell where I began and the twilight ended. The only manifestation of my existence that remained was footprints leading into the woodland. Abstain from mourning, for I inhabit the evanescent. I am the wind that wails between the trees. I am the soft patter of rain falling on dead leaves. I am the moss ever slowly