A brisk, cool air falls in the forest as the sun quickly fades from the land. The trees go on for miles and as the light fades away, they create a black abyss within the woods. Winds blow through the night, allowing the moon to see through the clouds and light up the forest. The land lays in it's evergreen sleep, untouched by those who would ravage it for what it holds. Through the new age though, some have forgotten the folklore of the forest and why it has not been entered for centuries. The town enjoying their blissful state, completely unaware of what hides in the darkness.
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