Every time she walked down the road that cusped the village, it felt like she was in a nightmare.
As she wandered further into the wood, the colors seemed to fade from around her - bleeding out to the world that lay beyond the gnarled, tangled tree limbs.
The light at the far end of the road was all that ever kept her going.
She'd hold her breath as made her way through - waiting for the sunlight to fall again on her skin.
The picture and the story reminded me of the M. Night Shyamalan story, The Village - except yours is so much better!
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