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A forest apart from the rest hides a secret in her heart.

A black box aching to be opened and release one free to abandon tumultuous nights of misery.

The Moonstone is the key.

The journey of the soul, elements that must be crossed, ever searching for the one which grants both peace and power.

A stone of ethereal beauty lies deep within a tangled nest of branches bent by the weight of their own demise.

Enshrined by briar and bone the impenetrable stone cannot be disguised.

Acrid air catches in the throat,

A gasp, it has been found!

With admiration and joy, one reaches forth to clutch it close, a resurging sensation of healing.

But through the web of hope and dreams, another to be seen.

Lying in wait behind the trees, eyes of glass with a ruby gleam.