Hala Giles

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The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The absence of sound was matched by the complete absence of moonlight. Outside the cabin it was impossible to determine what was ground, trees nor sky. Only the candle light showed a brief path towards the cabin. Amongst this dark universe, moments were not measured as none existed. Only the flicker of candlelight implied any passage of time. And so it was for what seemed like an eternity. A single flickering star against an ancient landscape.