(whimsical music) (birds chirping)
- [Narrator] Many stories explore innocence
as a blessing and a curse.
A blessing to not understand evil,
and a curse to not recognize it.
However, all good stories do share one thing in common.
They are not what you expect.
(birds chirping)
(Poppy inhales deeply)
- Poppy, where, where'd you go?
Come back, Poppy!
- What a coward.
(dramatic music) (wind whooshing)
(Poppy gasping) (dramatic music)
See, Oak, told you so, your turn.
- But, but it's dangerous.
Mother and father say so.
- (scoffs) Come on, are you scared of trees?
I double dare you.
(Oak groans)
If you don't do it, I won't be your friend anymore.
- You have to.
You're my sister.
- Not the same thing.
(leaves rustling)
(birds chirping)
(crickets chirping) (dramatic music)
Oak, you there?
(coyote howling)
(Poppy groans)
(dramatic music)
(gasps) Oak, you're cold.
(twig creaks) (dramatic music)
(Poppy gasps)
Let's go home.
(light piano music)
- Poppy, what is it?
Is Oak okay?
- Just got a chill in the forest, it's nothing.
- The forest, but we're not supposed to go in there.
(Oak breathing heavily)
- Sorry, love you.
(glass crashing) (Poppy gasps)
(dramatic music) (wind whooshing)
Oak?
(dramatic music)
Mother, Father, have you seen (gasping)?
(door thuds)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
Oak (crying).
I'm sorry I hurt you.
(glass crashing) (Poppy gasps)
(dramatic music) (wind whooshing)
(light piano music)
(door creaks)
(Poppy whimpers)
(light piano music)
(door creaks)
(fire crackling) (light piano music)
(dramatic music) (Poppy gasping)
(door thuds)
(Poppy gasping)
Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go.
Why not me?
(Poppy gasps)
(dramatic music)
(Poppy whimpers)
(dramatic music)
(glass crunching)
(dramatic music)
- [Narrator] We all have a certain natural inclination.
We expect that evil should be easy to recognize
rather than accepting it can lurk behind any face,
and yet we are often the slowest
to see the darkness within ourselves.