A loud crunch floods the forest floor, shattering the pristine bliss heard by unseen robins nearby. Footsteps approached a peak as two young lovebirds stop and listen to the pure silence of the woods. The forest were pure and untouched by the havoc of urban life. The young men continued on, eager to spot birds. They felt as though a perfect life would be the life of a bird; the bird flies as it pleases looking for grubs alongst its path. Then the bird stops and swallows the grub with a loud ‘slurp’ followed by a subtle, satisfying crunch. They continued walking for several minutes respectfully discussing birds before they began to smell something putrid. They suddenly felt unclean in the woods. They continued on nevertheless ignoring the smell they had discovered until they had reached a fork in the path. On the left path they saw a raven, siting on a old tree branch. The left path looked dreary and unpleasant. The leaves were grey and the trees began to shrivel and sigh. The right path was birdless, so the couple decided to follow the raven. As they continued to walk they heard tweets and chirps; they felt entranced by the delightful sounds. They continued feeling brighter than the sun, but the path remained grey. The tweets became screechs and the chirps haunting laughs. The two began to feel uncomfortable as they reached the end of the path. The end of the path was a large circular opening untouched by the trees. The grass was moist and the birds sat amongst the trees surrounding the opening. The two considered sitting in the grass and watching the birds they had walked so far for, until they heard a large crack. They stood in horror as a large sequoia in the opening began to fall forwards. It’s began to fall faster and faster. A loud crunch flooded the forest floor, shattering the pristine bliss heard by the robins nearby.