"As you walk through the forest, you upturn a few oak leaves scattered before you, investigating their crisp detail. Underneath one, you find a sleeping mothling. Its body and wings hum with the disturbance, murmuring secret, untold tales of a life well lived. You marvel at it's fuzzy frame for a moment before it flutters off through the ethereal glow of dappling light... you tuck the leaf in your pocket for safe keeping and are filled with renewed wonder."
