The night was beautiful the moon was bright and the mystical creatures were now awake. I could hear the sirens singing, I knew better than to walk through those woods, but every night I would stand in front of the woods and fight my own urge to go inside them. Who wouldn't want to go inside when the trees were gold and the leaves diamonds the ground glass and underneath you could see the ocean itself and all it's habitants. It was said that whoever walked inside would become immortal. I breathed in the dark night inside one last time before the sun arose and everything beautiful disappeared.