In another location.
The forest stretched out before you like a living tapestry, woven from emerald greens and deep, dusky purples. Towering trees, their branches heavy with leaves, formed a dense canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight into a soft, ethereal glow. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a heady perfume that tickled your senses.
Beneath the leafy ceiling, the forest floor was a wonderland of textures and colors. Moss, in shades of jade and emerald, carpeted the ground, punctuated by the occasional splash of vibrant green ferns. Twisted roots, like the gnarled fingers of ancient giants, snaked their way across the earth, and fallen logs lay scattered like slumbering beasts.
