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Miss drifting through the trees the moon not quite full, was a yellow halo dull and yet glaring. Around the moon a red ring dave off an Ominous glow. a dangerous Time, this cycle of the moon, especially when the miss came in thick and heavy covering the ground. Winding in and out of the trees as if it’s alive. The mist muffled sound giving advantages to the shadowy figures that prayed upon the unwary.