Myst

Deep in the dark forest of Larlay, there was a little old lady named Martha who lived alone. Sure, she might’ve been alone, but there were many forest creatures who kept her great company while out on her daily walks or while she was enjoying her tremendous garden. But there was one forest dweller she knew was special. It was a little white horse filly that just seemed to have a glow. The little old lady could only find and see her little friend at dusk when she went out on her nightly walks. The little horse wouldn’t let the sweet lady get too close but she would sometimes join her on her walks, just trailing a few feet behind. Martha decided to name her Myst, for she always seemed to have a haze trailing behind her as she walk.