The sensation was warm and welcoming, an absolute opposite of what awaited them on the other side. It didn't take a second before their view changed, like a book page had been turned.
What greeted them was unwelcoming vast darkness, the territory was only illuminated by by the full moon. It was close to a barren land. The trees, even the soil were dead.
The trees were without leaves, it was dark but the moon illuminated them well. They were black as night, at odd angles they looked like shadows, making the party paranoid.
It was as if a higher being plucked them from somewhere, hoping to make the soil here fertile but the opposite happened. The soil managed to kill them but also kept them standing.
"This isn't creepy." Erik commented.
"Just, don't touch anything." Isla ordered.
They walked amongst the trees, they were creaking and oozing black liquid as if to complain of their old age or that they were being forcefully being kept alive.
