Can you pretend to be in this surreal and haunting forest with me? I feel the cold of the black and the midnight blue. The icy blue and violet hues cover the underbrush, suggesting the chill and frost of winter.

Yet a  subtle band of warm colors – amber and rust, even crimson – glows faintly through the darkness. Is there a sunset or fire hiding behind the forest?

This is very much out of my dreams of the woods at nightfall, beautiful, but unsettling.

If I look beyond the paler blue background, through spectral tree branches, what is that faint silhouette? A church spire, perhaps? Or a magic tower?

We are in the middle space between decay and enchantment, like a fragmented memory.

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