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Magical Realism. An eerie and hauntingly beautiful forest with a forgotten mystery. |
| The forest was ancient and full of memory. The trees stood like stone pillars of a great cathedral, with a high ceiling of withering branches. The thick branches blocked out all light, concealing the forest in eternal twilight. The eerie silence echoed in the stillness. A thin mist drifted in an unnatural breeze, dampening the carpet of fallen leaves. The leaves seemed to whisper in the breeze, like a song between the trees. Any warmth was long forgotten; Mystery lurked behind every shadow. Here I shall dwell, on the edge of night, bound to the life of the trees, wandering through shade and shadow, until the forest of secrets fades away. |