Imagination-Spirit

The jungle at night is dark. It's always dark. Nothing can be seen. She can only beg for the moon to reveal itself behind the clouds. To see that blessed full moon to shines its light. She begs for the stars to appear through the trees. To help her guide her way home. But fate says otherwise and the merciless jungle traps her in a maze as danger follows. The ground crushes underneath her feet. The jungle floor is full of leaves and sticks. Nothing she can do to make her run silence. But she thanks, God, that she is wearing shoes. Her breath was louder than ever, nothing she can do as her lungs beg for air every second she runs. And her beati