2nd person

Listen, you can hear the rustle of the leafs, wildlife surrounds you. You can hear the branches above you snap as a bird lands from a majestic flight above the towns and cities from which you reside. Your senses on point, you are not frightened nor scared, you are ready and poised, waiting. You hush, waiting for a sound, you hear me. Your body turns without a single noise made. You stair at me, with such a deathly glare my body is frozen in place. The gleaming sun bares down on my face, yet you fell nothing but cold darkness throughout your body