In the depths of the forest, far from humankind, there lives a species never before discovered.
An elflike existence, with the grace of the fog as they move, the antlers of a stag remain.
Speaking many languages, of the ground, and the green, and the air above.
A connection to everything, all at once, silenced by the rustled leaf.
Let the blessing pass, as the Foggy Forest contains the happiness of another year.
