Subtly, the bushes rustled in the lush woods. The forest crowns swayed gently, casting fleeting shadows across the ground. In the mid morning of early summer. The forest was awash with the clicking of cicadas and singing birds, balancing an unruffled symphony of wildlife.
The sun was high, the vast rays trickling past the cages of the crowns, and shimmering like gold pixy dust upon refracted from the tin tapestry of spider threads. A subtle warmth and glow suffused the lustrous forest, permeating the air and the surround with a pleasant gaze.
The wind blew, pulling along drifting clouds that cast a partial wall against the beaming sun. A deep shadow cast against the forest ground, and a pleasant cool ensued for a moment.
Inside the forest of trees, a certain bush ruffled slightly.
Unnaturally.
"Oi."
