A sense of foreboding tranquility fills the air / Distant echoes of conversation long forgotten seem to linger as you approach a final spot of dying sun / The utter stillness is uncanny and provokes a leery state of mind / Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of movement / You twist for fear of the Lusus Naturae, but see nothing / Pushing on, you daren't look back / You're sure it must have been something malignant / But perhaps it was only the serenity of the forest