She lay curled upon her bed, her cat a shadow of warmth at her side, as the forest gathered close around them. Towering mushrooms rose like sentinels, and the ancient tree stretched upward into a sky that shimmered with secrets untold. It was hard to say whether she had wandered into the woods or whether the woods had wandered into her sleep. All that was certain was the hush of twilight, and the way the air seemed alive—where magic whispers through the trees.