The Road Not Taken

Exploring had always been something that stirred Enki, causing an itchy relentlessness in his paws until he would finally strike off in search of something new. The day is mild for winter and, while the sun is mostly blocked by clouds, there is no rain like one might expect. He had heard of a shrine, down in southern Boreas surrounded by trees as stark white as freshly bleached bones. Of course, that had peeked his interest and the young man had set off today in search of this place.

It does not take a genius to spy the land he is searching for, as the telltale white trees stand out against the rest of the darker world like a beacon. Enki easily slips in between the white barked trees, wide eyes scanning the bone white vines that curl around the trees’ thick trunks and bare branches, holding them as gently as a lovers soft caress while they slumber, no leaves to be found in these dormant winter days. Still, it is breathtaking and he slowly walks deeper into the forest, curious what secrets this place holds.


"Enki Klein"