The ranked vanguard of trees contemplate, their signals cast between the channels of pathways, brightened by a luminous apparition. Arriving in the company of his own footsteps, he retains a personal shadow, mapping a meditative route among the artificial light.
With his worn soles accepting their position, the void chimes with an answering movement. She comes baring their difference, foot falls swift with intention. She is not afraid of the light, plotting the staggered trail of orbs to him.
His voice has acquired the qualities of the outlying territories, orbiting her in the blue beam.
Hers has the startling whiteness of innocence.