BTS and Blackpink in a Shapeshifter World
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Why is it that the people with special abilities are always hated and feared, oppressed by regular humans who think they are so superior when they're actually not?
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That's the first thing you think of when you step into these woods. Not the type of complete pitch black darkness that blinds you, making you not know the difference between closing your eyelids and opening your eyelids.
The rumors do it no justice. The stories fail to capture its reality. They say many things about this forest, but only a very rare few know just how little the stories cover.
Acres upon acres of trees create this forest, but they do not stand majestically like other treses do.
No, they stand crooked and broken, warped and twisted. They do not look or feel natural. They are not the homes of life, but are instead the keepers of the dead.
Some say the trees feed not upon the nutrients of the soil, but instead from the rotten remains of the forest's victims.
Terrible sounds ring out from the hearts of these woods. Screams can be heard day in, and day out. Some say they are the screams of the lost, others say they are unknown horrors tempting their next, naive victim. Whatever they are, all will agree they do not sound natural.
Walk in, and the forest will make itself known to you. All other sounds but the screams will go silent.
There seems to always be some kind of haze floating in between the trees. Some days it's light, some days it's so thick you can barely see your hand in front of you when you stretch out your arm.
It's actually the middle of the day right now, but no one could ever guess that the sun was actually shining brightly above.
These dark woods always has this forbidding, haunting atmosphere that suffocates you. Literally. You think you're heavily breathing because of the striking fear that's pumping your heart at an abnormal rate. Fear is a cause, of course, but it's like the forest is trying to squeeze the life out of you the longer you stay as the haze thicken around you.
So that's why most sensible people run out while they can still remember their way back.
But there's always those daredevils (or stupidly curious fools) who venture further in because why the hell not.
