The forest’s trees were so thick and patched in between that the leafs almost blocked out the sun, completely. There is still enough that anyone could see the path in front of them, but not everywhere in the forest was like this. Just the entrance and path leading into it, mostly. Getting past this would lead to a large clearing that allowed anyone to see the sky and feel the sun’s light shining down on them. This part was where Hilbert use to live, with his mother. Everything was just as Hilbert remembered it
He hadn’t been gone for a long time, but he was still feeling home sick enough to come see his mother’s grave and visit his old home. The wood hadn’t decayed yet. Good to know. Raiding his old home, he found that his baby crib was still in the storage. Oberon was written on it. He almost couldn’t believe she kept it.
Walking back outside, he made his way to the field of flowers, with a large tree in the center and a wooden tombstone in front of it. The name Faye was on it. The young boy took a leaf from the tree and sat in front of the grave. He began to play a song on the leaf by whistling.