The wilderness is a place where anything can happen. You might not even be able to say if this is real, or if it came out of your fantasy. Once you are removed from civilization…
The sounds of the wild is a silent chorus, that becomes louder with every minute you spend in the wild. There is the cracking of tree trunks in the wind. The rustle of unseen animals going through the underbrush. A bird fluttering up suddenly in the crown of the trees.
And then you hear the steps. First only your own. Regular. They are like a pulse to your walk. But then there seems to be a small echo to them. And a little bit later you are convinced there are steps somewhere in the forest not made by yourself. You stop – they stop. You are starting to listen intensely into the forest.
The sun goes down. The steps are there, clear and audible. And then she stands in front of him: a pale apparition.