• Surviving in this petite, cordial forest were beings of all caliber. All were blissful, working with each other, helping each other to survive the harshness of the natural world. Lightheartedly flying through the wondrous forest was a little moth. Her grey wings shed scales, replacing them with the fresh. As she went along she pollinated flowers of chromatic colours and buds on a multitudinous amount of trees. A job appointed to moths for centuries, shared with other herbivores.
    Herbivores are harmless... Carnivores, however, are a different case altogether. They could be small, but deadly. They could be large and deadly. No matter the situation, they could kill.

    One day this little moth was flying in the forest haphazardly, performing her job on the go. The sun was shining and creating a display of spectral lights. Observing these lights as she went the little moth carelessly followed her path.
    The forest grew darker under the shade of the blooming trees. The shade, however, became her downfall.

    The shade blocked her vision from the shining silk that became her demise. She flew into the web that became her temporary dull prison. Struggling, she moved from side to side only to let her wings become the final blow for the little moth.
    No matter how beautiful her wings may have been in the past. No longer did they last as they became unlatched to her back. Her guarantee for survival did not last for much longer as if she did escape, she could not fly away. Screaming in terror would be an answer, however, the moth could not call for help.

    Surviving in this meager, 'cordial' forest were beings of all caliber. All were blissful, at one point. Working with each other was the last things in their inadequate minds. Helping each other to survive the harshness of the natural world by using others corpses as food. Silently, the little moth awaited her cruel death in the land of suffering.