Under the blood moon's light that shone bright on the trees stretched long like the sea and having the length of about three thousand four hundred miles, almost equal to half of the ocean, branches of the trees trembled as birds of different kinds burst from their perches, crying and flapping their wings and bouncing the air back on the canopies of the trees as they surged in the sky, flying closer to where the moon was.
Groaning sounds echoed as wood snapped beneath the trees under the weight of an invisible force that made leaves twirl in the dim light before settling softly on the bushy floor.
Shadows danced across the trunks as all the birds vanished into the night sky, leaving only the whisper of the wind and the unsettling rustle of leaves.
At the dark sections of the forest, a pair of eyes flickered, staring at the quiet road and blinking as if someone stood there.
