The sight was truly magical.

Magical in the way countless of colourful flowers decorated the completely untouched meadows, magical in the way a full and pale moon rose above Hongjoongs head and magical in the way nature seemed to sing to him.

It had a sweet voice even when singing in a long forgotten language he could not quite grasp. In spite of that his ears were sure of the gentle kindness the trees were humming with, the poetics the flower petals waxed.

It did not occur Hongjoong as unusual that the trees were signing to him. He never truly questioned this meadow he never saw before even though living in close vicinity for many years. The only thoughts filtering his head were of a pure appreciation of the sweet humming, a gentle curiosity to listen more closely.

Hongjoong was sure that he could understand their language better if only he got closer.

And that was what he did.

He followed paths where none were, got led by this magical meadow in the middle of the night. They parted for him, created ways to lead him forward and disappeared behind him without him noticing.

Hongjoong was absolutely captured by the sweet tunes in his ears, the beautiful moon adorning a clear night full of bright stars. Fireflies accompanied his way, illuminated his way in their soft glow and made the flowers appear etheral.

The paths took him closer to the woods, closer to the source of the sweet singing and Hongjoong followed in a trance, his rational mind muddled by the magic woven around him. Like a lovesick idiot he stumbled into the old woods, joined the shadows of gnarled trees and thick mosses.

He followed the voice deeper and deeper into the woods, keen on finding his siren.

Was nature supposed to be magical only in a beauty kind of way? Yes.

Was Hongjoong supposed to be home long before midnight? Also yes.

However he forgot all of that.