The air brushed past him, slightly lifting up his long, tangled hair. Smells of bark and dirt surrounded him, with faint scents of animals. Walking forward, bare feet brushed against roots and grass; not even noticed. A bird called out, and he paused, before whistling back with the same notes.

     His thin dress brushed against skin; skin that was very scarred. Blank eyes looked out at nothing, milky white covering blue-grey irises. The sounds and smells of a fire reached him- soft crackling, and burning wood. Over that, he could hear the laughter of the moon.

'Go towards the fire, darling- you need to sleep.'

Nodding to nothing, hands outstretched, he walked on, tracing patterns in the bark.

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    You and a friend had went out camping, and were currently enjoying each others presence- okay, 'camping' as in sitting by the fire-pit and having to go back in before 12.

    Last thing either of you expected was another kid walking out of the forest, in a thin dress with tangled hair and what looked like blind eyes.

You...?