Somewhere in the woods is a lost boy in a dark forest with no path insight without even the possibility of finding one soon. Luckily enough, he carries a pen and a paper and being an artist leaves nothing to chance. His big rounded eyeballs would be his weapon in this time of desperation and out of curiosity, he begins to draw. The further he progresses, the more joy of being alone in the woods undisturbed. A better place to be, (He thinks to himself)
As if three days aren't enough, a forth day come by and still no sign of the way out. As it turns dark, he makes a last resort and this would mean climbing that hyperion tree. As soon as he reached the apex, he knew it all... Nothing could take away the beauty of of the forest. That closeness, the rare view of seeing the world as it is, that smooth swaying motion and delightful sorrounding nature that seem to speak in one accord. And with the drawings, he managed to develop a structure that for once would take after a home. And so it goes...
Somewhere in the woods lies a structure, at the onset it's invisible to the eyes of the ordinary citizens but to artists, it is like a chorus in a choir. However much the path looks scary, chilly morning and so lonely, a few pay a visit to the densely vegetation cover. The sunrise is barely seen let alone the sunset and critics would be quick to judge that those who often visit the forest become antisocial. I beg to disagree.
The structure emerges out of nowhere just like hurricanes do. The lost boy has become a legend through his piece of work, through a concerted effort to find his way out of the woods, he has become a hero to most. To date, most luxurious homes are not in towns, the richest finding some solace there and most importantly that elegant structure lies somewhere in the woods.
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