The serenity of Frogenheim's forested expanse was deceptive. Tall trees with their cascading canopy, drenched in luminescent moss, masked the ground in an ethereal twilight. To the unobservant eye, the stretch was an enchanting wonderland of exotic vegetation. However, as Johan delved deeper, the peculiar nature of the forest became apparent.
The shrubs had deep violet hues, their edges razor-sharp. Orchids and ferns glowed in radiant colors, a feast for the eyes but with an aura that whispered caution. The air grew thick with a musky scent, a mix of earthy undertones and the tang of metallic minerals.
'This isn't a regular forest,' Johan thought, observing the beauty with a keen edge of suspicion, 'Something's off. The colors... they're too vivid, too... hungry?'
