"This should be the place" Vivian said as soon as she and Kenneth arrived at a decrepit looking gate in the middle of the woods. The gate loomed in the heart of the dense forest as an ancient and foreboding structure that seemed utterly out of place amidst the wild greenery. Its towering frame was composed of twisted, rusted iron bars, many of which had bent or broken over time. Thick vines, with jagged thorns, snaked their way up the gate, clinging tightly to its surface as if trying to claim it for the forest.
The once-grand arch at the top bore faded carvings of symbols long forgotten, their meanings lost to time. Large patches of the metal were mottled with corrosion, giving the entire structure a decrepit appearance, as if it might collapse at any moment but somehow still stood defiantly.
