The evening is cool. Fireflies flicker here and there, miniscule specks of light in a forest that is gradually turning dark. The familiar sun-gold spotlights, frozen eternally in place, have begun to fade to the pale white of moonbeams. Dark clouds form above, near the heavens, as if a secret gathering has commenced. They churn, and the first signs of the storm have begun. A drumroll of thunder breaks the silence that has set itself in the forest, startling the creatures that wait with bated breath.