Rooms

  Appearing quickly, as if from nowhere, a small path of cobbled stones has

been lain into the forest floor.  The stones are natural and uncut, arranged

painstakingly so that the walkway is as smooth and symmetrical as possible. 

If the path, lightly dotted with weeds, did not catch your eye, it is likely

that you would have missed the cottage in the distance, covered thickly in a

growth of vines.  So choked is this old structure, that it appears to be

living vegetation, but for the very occasional flash of stone underneath. 

Around you, the sounds of the forest continue, paying no heed to this

interruption in their midst.