Foxglen

FOXGLEN

What was that noise? A twig breaks to your left, no.. to your right? The crisp night of the Foxglen sends a damp hint of flora deep into your lungs. The guts of flowers and elements alike flutter blissfully in the soft breeze that rolls over the vales surface level. The moon beats down on the valley like the sun might bake a small lake, charging its very roots. You canvas the area, there are trees so thick they consume a great portion of your view- traversing through the Foxglove will prove difficult, and to most, is described as a maze. Each thick tree looked similar to the last and the lack of a clear view made it even harder for it to navigate. You turn a sharp corner up ahead and you’re immediately pooled to a halt, mysterious creatures peer out from the underbrush, and while most mean you no harm, one can never be too sure. It is too easy for a fellow to get lost in the sights of ground level, but this is a sure-fire way to get lost. It's imperative you keep your head up and waste no time lingering on the eyes that watch you closely...