Outside, daylight still held sway. But as soon as they stepped into the enigmatic forest, darkness surrounded the gals. From chirping birds to the whistle of the wind, one could hear absolutely nothing, as if all life vanished as soon as one stepped into the forest. Atrophied black locust trees dangled in the air, swaying left and right in rhythmical fashion. Their green leaves flashed intermittently, acting as the sole source of light in that god-forsaken place.