The cold winter forest laid deathly silent. Tall lanky pines, with gargantuan oaks jutting out of the snow and towards the sky as if they were the last death throws of the land before the winter came and blanketed the landscape.

  Yet still, there were signs of life. Deep within the bowels of an immense white oak, that appeared to have long since given up its reign of life over the trees around it, small armored insects scuttled about.

   The moist, warm soil was full of life. And the great oak's outer walls seemed to not only hold their resilience in death, but also keep the harsh cold and winds from the outside from tainting the warmth of life within.

   Though how this lush of life occurred, would not care to even be a mystery. For within the warm stack of soil, where worms, insects and only slightly larger critters accompanied to enjoy the warmth, there was an equal amount of death. A set of bones, that of a young man, with knees up to his rib cage, and arms wrapped tightly around those legs to this day... clutching tightly to the only piece of cloth that remained of the boys existence. A dark, tattered, and worn wizards hat. Clutched tightly in his grasp, as if wishing for the warmth that came all too late for him.

   This burrow of life, however, seemed to not wish to remain itself contained. As a few pieces of the oaks bark started to bulge from the life within, and crack and squeak to allow just a bit of that life, and warmth, to flow out to the cold and dead grass below. To, maybe one day, grant the final death wish of that corpse, to spread amongst the whole of the forest trapped in a winterly grave.