Forest of the Setting Sun

There was a forest on the edge of a forgotten housing development. These trees were a lot of things - served as a lot of things - some good, some bad. Most of the trees simply served as a welcome deviation, an isolation that was deliciously theirs, away from the cares of the world they normally inhabit.

As such, the woods could be construed as a sort of 'hangout' for the neighborhood children. Groups of all ages would spend their time playing, talking, or exploring the woods. The woods were theirs and they were the wood's.

The woods were, for all intents and purposes, normal. They were quiet, good-natured, and some might argue even boring most days. However, there was an interesting trait that these very same woods possessed. It was really only discovered by the children of the neighborhood because only children would bother to hike through the muck and heavy underbrush to get as deep in the woods as possible -and then farther. It was only in the deepest dark heart of the forest that one would discover "The Forest of the Setting Sun"

It's here that the world stands still. No matter the time you enter, or how long you stay there, it will forever and always be sunset, dusk, twilight, evening, et cetera et cetera whatever title fits one's fancy.

Those woods were theirs and they were the wood's.

What one finds in the forest is different for each being that enters it. And so, the stories that persist amongst the youths that live in this forgotten suburb vary from person to person.