Across the Moor

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It was cold and dark as they walked across the moor. The ground squelched beneath their feet, and a slight breeze rustled their coats. The sunset cast a shadow across the trees, stretching them into tall, almost human creatures.

The shadows seemed to reach out with inviting hands, tempting them off the path, just a little. The wind kicked up, and the pair looked at each other. They’d been warned about straying from the path. The trees stretched out yet again, the wind rustling through the branches. A light swept through, disappearing behind them.

The decision was made, the pair wandered into the shadows, into the open arms of the trees and after the light. They followed it through the mists, as it shimmered in and out of focus. They barely noticed the ground becoming more solid beneath their feet. Or the strange music that had started to play. Or their fingers intertwining. The light was the only thing that mattered.

Suddenly it disappeared, and they stopped. They were left bathed in moonlight. They had no idea where they were, but they were unafraid. A warmth spread between their fingers, and they moved closer together as the music seemed to reach a crescendo. They turned to each other, glancing into each other’s eyes. There was something reflected that neither could understand, but both recognised.

The moon loomed bright overhead.

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