Missklang

    The cold moonlight was falling down through the gaps in cloudy sky, brightening up the small path. The rain long ceased but the forest was still humid and the air was filled with petrichor mixed with other nature aromas. Occasionally, droplets of water fell down from the crowns of the trees. The surroundings were silent as the animals were still hiding after the storm. A shadowy figure was moving, breaking the serenity of the forest, zig-zagging along the path trying to avoid the numerous flasks of mud. "Of all the days, I had to come on the only one with such horrible weather," thought Amicus. He shook off the rain droplets from his cl