What of the night, where the seemingly ordinary becomes something more.
What of the old oak that watches his twin from the abyss below. What of the lights that shine from the mysterious depths. What kingdom lies there far from the surface: where no one goes, where no one sees.
What of the forest in the middle of the water. What lives behind trees, so peaceful, so protected. The night pulls the fairies from their hiding. The choir sings, with their green instruments for the ball that no one sees. The trees talk, the lights dance to the mysterious music from the forest on the water.
As dawn comes the music fades, the music retreats to sanctuary. The loud chattering begins, as life commences, to the sound of day. The old oak stands tall as the paired white guardians appear. No one takes a second glance at the mysterious forest in the middle of the water.