elrhiarhodan

The shadows deepen lengthen until they meld with the growing darkness, a terrifying tapestry that makes eight-year-old Peter whimper and curl up tighter against the large pine, until at last his father, with a bright flashlight that dispels the darkness and returns the forest back into a welcoming place, comes and plucks him from the night and cradles him lovingly all the way home.

((I think I broke several grammatical rules there. Sorry! :-D ))