In the heart of the whispering woods, where birch trees stand like guardians of ancient secrets, a family of foxes lingered amidst the snowy hush. The air was crisp, alive with the faint murmur of winter mysteries being carried on the breeze. A cardinal darted between the branches, its scarlet feathers ablaze against the pale canvas. Here, amidst the rustling whispers, the woods seemed alive, weaving their silent magic around those who paused to listen.

This is the main page for my Whispering Woods scene. Although I was able to fit the short story in the same column as the title (see expanded version), I like to create two-page scenes so they look cohesive printed in a book.