Lost Forest
"Hey, d-did you hear that?"
The young boy's foreboding words echo, rattle, then shimmy down my spine. Something about his shriveling voice just sends my nerves sputtering. Stirred from countlessly infesting thoughts. Even the marrow in my bones is straining, aching to spill all over the ground. As if it’s praying that it’ll find itself in deep repose, seeping deeply enough within the soil to be far away from this place. Which isn’t a good feeling to say the least. These lands, I have heard none for good stories from anyone entering the Lost Forest. Especially tales that began their ventures with such a cliche line as such.