DO NOT ENTER THE FOREST
01/11.- Forever
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She, made of carved wood, could spend infinite instants observing his features, built by the very same nature composing the place. She would get lost, admiring the delicate vines forming the length of his hair, which she recalled of a silver shine; or the two beautiful gems, polished by the passage of time, that looked and admired her in a soft gaze, reminiscence of a golden they once possessed. Centuries may come to pass, maybe, before they may join the other creatures inhabiting the place. Her hands, her legs, stiff from the elements creating them, still moved to the rhythm of a dance she kept safe in her memories. It made her invite him to dance; they would do so among trees that had once been human, and that now were but a memory that belonged to the forest… forever.