Enchanted

Invermoriston Falls, Scotland

 

 

Once upon a time...

 

...on a rainy day in Scotland, a girl arrived in the small village of Invermoriston. Upon stepping out of her carriage, and after dodging a few puddles and patches of mud, she entered an enchanted forest. In this magical woodland, the clouds had vanished and the sun was shining, dappling the leaf-carpeted path with rays of light, and illuminating the moss-covered rocks and tree roots in vibrant shades of green. She could feel the magic in the air as she strolled along, listening to the forest speak through the sounds of birds and rustling trees, and her heart was filled with delight.

 

After some uncounted minutes of walking, the sound of the river became audible, adding another element to the layers of enchantment. The gentle rushing became louder with each step forward, signaling that the place she sought was near. As with many waterfalls, she could hear its voice well before she could see its presence, and the blithesome, lilting tones beckoned her onward.

 

Soon, around a small bend in the trail, the falls appeared, flowing with carefree abandon as they carved their way through the surrounding rocks, singing a song of joy. A joy that danced and sparkled with light and life, and illuminated the dark places with a radiant golden glow.

 

She stood, entranced, as the beautiful song flowed through and around her, weaving a spell from gossamer notes and diaphanous dreams. Suddenly she felt cloaked in an incredible sense of lightness, as though her mind and soul had taken flight to join that joyful chorus.

 

And some time later as she returned whence she came, she did not walk, but flew on shimmering fairy wings.

 

~The End

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