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Literature

Cheesy Times

Valamander always liked how the forest smelled at night. It was a rich smell, an earthly smell, like dew and honey and moss and bark all combined together. She inhaled deeply, breathing it all in, feeling uplifted and brilliant as she walked, wearing nothing on her body but a light silk gown. The lights of fireflies darted and swam through the midnight air, glowing brightly against the midnight sky. The Moon shone down pale, silvery beams, shimmering off her pale skin and darkly illuminating the forest. More small, orange-shaded lights darted and dashed under the safe canopy of the large oak trees, their branches stretching out and entwini