Mystic Mist Meeting

Cramped this nature chamber was, dimmer out of light, closer to a dark state yet totally it was not. Instead dingy it was... dingy from lack of any available mean for the only light of the night passing through this cramped space beneath layers of gloomy green; green of a forest, of ill-lit woods shrouded in a thin white mist with no a sensual puff of wind swishing to and fro around the only bright hues within this somber space of forest, neither it was squeezing it-drifting-self between the huge chunks of trunks towering about towards the skies from the soil of the forested land that seemed hiding from its twinkling of many stars... shyly and timidly... the tenderly cold hues blended with its stark, bereft-of-color ground being hovered by the dense canopy that shut out the glimmering this night could offer... generously and willingly, however leniently, as its tolerant disposition was shown covertly and thoroughly.