Stone Temple Gardening.

The path ran under a close cover of leaves, with the light coming through in scattered patches. Ferns grew thickly on either side, still green against the brown litter of fallen leaves. A heavy, moss-dark trunk leaned in from the right, its branch arching over the track. Nothing moved. The place was quiet, with only the sense that other people had walked there before. The path continued between the ferns into the trees, ordinary enough, and yet it seemed to hold its own silence.