Snow fell gently through the air, blanketing the forest floor in a silent and ominous white. Each flake seemed to whisper the forest's dark past as they drifted to the ground.
The dim light of Selene and Luna barely spread out through the cloudy night sky, making the already ghostly trees appear even more spectral.
The snow coated the trees' twisted limbs, and the faces that were etched into the trunk seemed to weep tears of ice as they wailed out loud every time the wind blew.
Gore slowly walked forward with heavy steps, gradually making his way into the depths of the Weeping Woods.
He had heard rumors about this place, but experiencing it in person was something else entirely. He stopped by one of the trees and touched the contorted face carved on its trunk.
"How strange…" he muttered under his breath.
