I had walked by the passageway for more than a decade, aware, but not fully engaged.
I heard the whispering, the sighing, the chittering. And once, I briefly stepped in. The ground was wriggling with hundreds of black and yellow caterpillars. I turned and fled.
Then one day, the whispers became commands and outstretched hands. I was entranced by the wild music of the moss, the leaves and the shimmering edges of the trees. My ingress was quick and I was in deep.
I was lost…but I was found.