The dark forest was shrouded in an eerily silent atmosphere, and no matter where they look, they only saw layers upon layers of giant black pines and wildly growing plants, through the narrow slits on the canopy, the sky was being cut up by those bizarre, glowing branches and the original bright light was tainted with an odd light purple shade, and beneath the canopy, a wave of undying fog was coming from all over.
The caravan was on one of the forest paths, and this pathway, which existed symbiotically with the woods were rather wide and was paved with ancient but broken stone slabs. Beside the roads were fossilized wood that was turned into a weird lamp post as the snaking road extended deep into the forest. It was nothing but a sea of fog before them... and behind... it was a similar scene.
