The Story Exchange.

[Big Flannel]

Alone, he set out on his journey; Cautiously - yet unafraid. As each step carried him deeper and deeper into the dense forest he dwelled on the nature around him. He thought about the conciousness of nature, if trees thought the way that he did about human consumption in the digital age...if the snapping of fallen branches under his heavy feet were cries for help. These drug-addled thoughts were his only companion.

"Trees are weird" he said to himself, before giggling under the gravity of his situation. Although he could barely see beyond his breath... he knew he was being watched.