A Random Event Has Occurred!
It starts with a sigh, the sound the trees make when they begin to shake. The leaves overhead are dancing, shivering on their long and slender branches. Occasionally they part, and the light breaks through; it shines down on the trio in irregular, golden streaks, capturing them in its ways and turning them, briefly, to gold. But then the trees continue shaking, and the rays are broken, only to reappear again in another spot.
What started as a shudder in the canopy escalates quickly into convulsions of the entire tree. All around them the forest is vibrating, its movements so forceful the trees sway and the air is alive with the dry rustle of leaves folding against one another.
But if the horses were to simply look up, they might notice a change taking place.
The leaves begin to wither, their colors brightening from green to yellow, from yellow to vibrant oranges and reds and purples and blues. Above them now is a kaleidoscope of colors - they should look quickly, for it will not last. And it does not take long for those colors to leach from the leaves like blood, for the fronds to fade to a dull, dry brown.
And while the trees keep shaking, the leaves begin to fall like rain. They crumble upon the ground at the horses’ feet, a soft and crinkly blanket for them to walk upon. It takes only minutes for the trees to cast off the rest of their foliage, for the ground to be covered in layer upon layer of it. Overhead the branches stretch like bare, skeletal arms reaching into the sky, and only then do the trees finally become still once more.
Perhaps the horses will look back to one another in awe. Perhaps they will miss the way the trees begin to sprout new buds, beginning to grow a fresh layer of leaves to replace the old. Perhaps they will only notice when the light becomes tinted with green again, when they look overhead in amazement expecting to see the sky, but see only the leaves.
Underhoof, the fallen leaves are already beginning to rot.
What started as a shudder in the canopy escalates quickly into convulsions of the entire tree. All around them the forest is vibrating, its movements so forceful the trees sway and the air is alive with the dry rustle of leaves folding against one another.
But if the horses were to simply look up, they might notice a change taking place.
The leaves begin to wither, their colors brightening from green to yellow, from yellow to vibrant oranges and reds and purples and blues. Above them now is a kaleidoscope of colors - they should look quickly, for it will not last. And it does not take long for those colors to leach from the leaves like blood, for the fronds to fade to a dull, dry brown.
And while the trees keep shaking, the leaves begin to fall like rain. They crumble upon the ground at the horses’ feet, a soft and crinkly blanket for them to walk upon. It takes only minutes for the trees to cast off the rest of their foliage, for the ground to be covered in layer upon layer of it. Overhead the branches stretch like bare, skeletal arms reaching into the sky, and only then do the trees finally become still once more.
Perhaps the horses will look back to one another in awe. Perhaps they will miss the way the trees begin to sprout new buds, beginning to grow a fresh layer of leaves to replace the old. Perhaps they will only notice when the light becomes tinted with green again, when they look overhead in amazement expecting to see the sky, but see only the leaves.
Underhoof, the fallen leaves are already beginning to rot.
A strange island, indeed.
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