Going off the Trail

Beneath the watchful eye of the moon, I tread softly, the familiar crunch of the forest floor beneath my paws now a distant memory. This spheregleaming, enigmaticpulls at the core of my being, a siren call that speaks in silvery echoes. It"s not the trail that beckons me tonight, but the allure of what lies beyond. Every instinct is electrified, every sense tells me that here, in this moment, the forest breathes with me, and the unknown promises a glimpse into mysteries as old as the stars.