Two Random Paragraphs
The wood is as silent as the grave, except for the muted sloshing and splashing of tiny, tumbling streams that thread through the trees like artfully strung spider threads. But if one listens carefully into the night, one may hear another noise. An alien song played on delicate harp strings, every note played with perfect precision, every pitch in flawless tune and harmony, yet flowing and as natural as running water. Such magnificent music surely cannot be the art of mortal hands. A mortal’s stubby digits are far too clumsy, and too few to produce such strange cascading patterns and breathtaking themes. One can feel as though the music is flowing over them like water, perhaps carrying them home in its delicate arms.
Two large dark shapes in canvas clothes step low and cautiously through the fragile scene, their black boots crunching untrodden blades of grass. The new moon betrays nothing of their faces, as they slink from tree trunk to tree trunk avoiding the forest clearings, yet carefully stepping around the gently swaying boughs that sweep down level with their thighs. The man taking up the rear is Manheim, a tall gentleman in his middle years with a broad width and powerful legs. His fashionably cut long coat has tear shaped panels sown to hang from the hemlines on his shoulders, pockets and flanks. Despite his apparent size, he is actually making less noise than the man in front of him, the lesser experienced of the two men, Kelp.
Two large dark shapes in canvas clothes step low and cautiously through the fragile scene, their black boots crunching untrodden blades of grass. The new moon betrays nothing of their faces, as they slink from tree trunk to tree trunk avoiding the forest clearings, yet carefully stepping around the gently swaying boughs that sweep down level with their thighs. The man taking up the rear is Manheim, a tall gentleman in his middle years with a broad width and powerful legs. His fashionably cut long coat has tear shaped panels sown to hang from the hemlines on his shoulders, pockets and flanks. Despite his apparent size, he is actually making less noise than the man in front of him, the lesser experienced of the two men, Kelp.