[Red's Cabin]
A small oak log cabin, cherry blossoms leaving patches of flowers along a stone path, Red spends her time here researching different alternative realities.
[The cliffside]
Farther east is a cliff where there's nothing, except an occasional lonely cloud, and a flock of birds flying south. People usually come here to clear there thoughts, although...
There's something not quite right about this place...
[The grand oak]
Following the birds south, you'll find a massive oak tree, stretching high into the sky, almost touching the clouds.
...
Why are you coming this far traveler?
[A pile of letters]
The writing on these letters are illegible, being stained with the forests rain and blood, you don't know who wrote them, actually... you don't think you want to know.
[A graveyard]
You don't know how you got here, you can't tell north from south.. scratch that, you lost all sense of direction in the dense fog. There's skulls of different sizes, shapes... eugh... you can't read the tombstones, as they are covered in moss, weathered away by steady rain showers.
Go.
Back.
Now...
