The Forest teems with strange beings: harpies chattering, rattlesnakes hissing, flower-spirits offering berry nectar as their roots entwine the wanderer's steps. Winged shadows sweep across the sky; cloaked hunters pass unseen... "The Forest deceives only the eyes. Its creatures harm none," your grandmother once said: "They just creep into memory and take the shape of what you most dread – and most desire."
