You don't know how much time has passed, but you're still staring.
There's a village in the middle of the forest.
In the clearing, there's a cluster of neat little wooden houses, like the kind you see in old-time church camps all over the Cape that have been turned into regular neighborhoods. Those old houses usually weather to a soft gray after a few years, though, because of the salt spray of the ocean. These look fresh and new. Narrow paths cut through the grass show the sandy soil below, all neat and well kept.
The weird part, though—or, the weirdest part? Okay, there are a lot of parts that are competing for "weirdest."
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