The Midnight Visitor
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One cold harvest time night, as the breeze murmured insider facts through the branches, Eliza sat by her hearth, sewing a scarf for the approaching winter. The ticking of the old pendulum clock filled the quiet, denoting the progression of time.
Out of nowhere, there came a delicate rap at her entryway.
Eliza's heart skirted a thump. Guests were uncommon, particularly at this hour. She mindfully moved toward the entryway and looked through the little windowpane. Outside stood a little fellow, no more seasoned than ten, shuddering exposed.
With a benevolent grin, Eliza opened the entryway and invited him inside. The kid, named Oliver, made sense of that he had become lost in the forest and had seen the light from Eliza's bungalow.
As they sat by the fire, Eliza paid attention to Oliver's story of experience and interest. He talked about the marvels of the woods the murmuring leaves, the sparkling stars, and the baffling animals that wandered under the moon's look.
Consequently, Eliza shared accounts of her own the legends passed somewhere near ages, the wizardry concealed in regular minutes, and the insight acquired from a lifetime enjoyed as one with nature.
As day break painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, Oliver expressed gratitude toward Eliza for her glow and neighborliness. He vowed to return one day, to share more stories and investigate the profundities of the timberland with recently discovered mental fortitude.
Watching him vanish into the cloudy morning, Eliza felt a feeling of satisfaction in her heart. In some cases, unforeseen guests bring something beyond stories they bring tokens of the enchanted that lives inside and around us, ready to be found once again.