𝖭𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖧𝖶𝖨𝖭𝖣.
Screeching fired like a buckshot into the silence of the woods. A head cracked up from the darkness, the body sprawled in filth, and the long, loc’d, heavy hair covering the face. The tips of her long tangled locs jailed millions of grains of sand, dead leaves, and soil- creating a habitat within the tightened strands. Hands caked in earth swept over the face revealing large hazel eyes that seemed to illuminate themselves. They started darting around feverishly, trailing filaments of light as an after-image like a shooting star. Fireflies had awoken at this time. The insects danced around the stranded creature as she observed them.
