There was this path that reared off a hiking trail I frequently visit whenever I decided to get my heart-rate up. This particular path was almost completely covered by surrounding weaves. The only reason I stumbled across it was due to some shimmering reflection, which captured my attention in the decorum of liquid gold. Provided by the sun in an instant, it reacts to the abrupt obstruction of movement my eyes had ever dawned upon. Before deciding to pursue further, it quickly scurried away; unaware of its capability to move before it did. It did however, leave a gold string, that of like hair.

I pondered little on the matter and simply went on my way with the strand in hand. What was an interesting disaster followed me home, the gold string shifted (not changed) colors from an odd absurdity from the property of light, instantly switched from a gold to a misshapen blackness, and the shift gave it life. It hurled at me and I stumbled, flinging it across the well lit room, and as it landed, its natural or perhaps unnatural color re-emerged. All attempts to rest that night failed to contour any signs of relief, to ease my lids to sleep. The following morning I took it for a DNA analysis test, the results came back uninterpretable along with its unexplained color shift which exists outside rather than on the hair itself, kind of like a distorted blur. The clinic asked “where did I find it?” I more than obliged but when I showed them where, the path was gone.

Weeks later and the thought for which haunted me faded to nothing and I found myself back on that hiking trail, not too far down this a familiar aperture revealed itself with the same glimmer of liquid flowing gold. The sudden shock painted of a gorgeous women with a perfect figure, to which corresponded with her stunning beauty of those wide silver orb eyes which complimented her once daunting gold hair implemented in the parting of her lips when she exhumed a *gasp* before retreating deep into the forgotten path. For some reason I knew not, I ran after her. She wore little to cover herself yet didn't reveal too much and I could barely get out my words without catching my breath. I lost her, but to my odd suspicion, I could have sworn I saw the trees move, even if a little. I managed to make it back to my normal trail unencumbered. The real suspense thrilled me—chilled with fantastic senses never felt before. She had seductive lips and voluptuous hips but what got me was her twin crystal ball eyes intertwine in a combining force induced unto my mind so in an instant (like lightning) I saw her every time I shut my eyes starting that very night. I found myself wondering to that same trail to no avail, in fact, the path has yet to appeal to the nature in wind that as, to the extent of my knowledge, was unaffected by tempest the last time I traversed and today, just like many others, was left to imagination with no trace of her sight.

On another afternoon, not far from the entry of the site, I saw her...