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The forest at the edge of town isn't just a collection of trees. It's a maze of shadows and half-seen shapes, where sunlight fights its way through a tangled canopy, creating patterns that move when you blink. Roots twist like veins, the soil uneven and treacherous, and every sound a cracking branch, a whisper of wind feels deliberate, as if the forest itself is aware.
Inside, the air smells damp and old, carrying memories of things forgotten. Leaves rustle with a rhythm that feels almost human, and sometimes it seems the forest is breathing, shifting, waiting. Paths appear and disappear, confusing the mind, making you doubt if you're moving forward or walking in circles. Every corner hides a question, every shadow a possibility danger, secret, or illusion.
Beyond the trees, the town feels distant and unreal. Streets, houses, and the familiar school fade in contrast to the uncertainty waiting in the forest. Even friends Hugo, Ion, Drake are fragments of stability in a world that refuses to be predictable. Their presence is grounding, yet their actions and decisions are unpredictable, tangled in their own strengths and weaknesses.
The warehouse inside the forest looms like a half-forgotten thought. Broken, rusted, yet oddly purposeful. It is a place that seems alive, resonating with questions no one can answer, a seed of curiosity that grows with every passing day. The forest does not give clues freely. It promises confusion first, adventure second, and leaves the mind racing, trying to grasp meaning in a place designed to resist it.
Time seems different here. Every second stretches and twists. Light, shadow, and sound collide in ways that unsettle perception. What is real? What is imagined? What waits behind the next tree? The forest doesn't answer it only waits, watching, whispering, daring those curious enough to enter.