Kiawe

The trees and shrubs line the path and form a dark barrier along both sides of the path. The sun has set and night has fallen. The dim moonlight penetrates the trees, the shadows playing upon the path. The sound of movement draws your attention. At the edge of the woods stands a solitary figure, head down, watching carefully. It takes you a moment to recognize it as a person

Kiawe looks at, you hidden in the trees.