[center]Written across the weathered page were the words, [i]what's its name?[/i] scrawled in black ink as if written frantically or in a rush. Blithe certainly wasn't alone. Something was here with her. Something watching from the forest. There was a presence here that had been here for ages of untold time. It had been so long since another had found the hollows of this dream born forest. Though no words were spoken, Blithe felt as though someone was saying hello to her. Someone or something. The feeling itself was like having ice ran over ones spine.[/center]