Rays of light sparkled on the tiny, bright insects as they danced in the warm light and the world grew quiet. The gentle rustle of leaves and faint buzz of the shimmering bugs were the only sounds. Gentle flashes of sunlight passed through the sparse covering of trees, illuminating the wings of dozen of tiny glowing bugs that floated aloft in chill spirals, looking like miniature blazes suspended in the air.
Their bark is ochre and ancient, so its color crumbles and breaks as it is dry and brittle like bark left in the dry sun. The slower the path goes deeper, the calmer the surroundings get. Blinking bugs break the warm air alongside a gentle breeze that warms the surroundings even further.
