In this darkness it becomes increasingly difficult to see, and the other senses take over. It is quiet. Or is it? Is something moving? Could it be an animal? Was it the sound of a snapping twig? What is it that scratches, scurries, rustles and creaks? Is it only the stream in the distance, the wind in the trees and our own footsteps and breathing that we can hear? Or is there something else here? The shadows are no longer what they pretend to be. There is the smell of earth and wet forest. Mist. The air feels cold and slightly moist against the skin. The birds begin to calm down.
Or not? It is at this moment that reality fades, and fairy tales take over. This is the hour of the forest spirit. He lurks in the shadow and observes us as we wander deeper into the forest. Here lives the 'hulder' with her long, beautiful hair and her seductive tones. She has taught many a violin player her songs, but we must also be careful not to let ourselves be completely lured into the darkness. Look for her tail. In a clearing, living flowers grow.
Here we meet Alice. On her walk in Wonderland she meets the Red Queen who changes rather erratically into a sheep sitting in a dark shop where nothing is what it seems. Deep in the shop she ends up in an intense discussion with Humpty Dumpty about what would happen if he fell off the narrow plank he is sitting on. The birds in the forest observe all this from a distance. They fly between the trees and keep watch over the forest's adventures. This is the kingdom of the night birds, until the sun rises and the birds of light take over.
- Ida Løvli Hidle
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