There is some type of feeling that is radiated by particular forests. It's a feeling of uneasieness, a feeling of curiosity, or maybe even a feeling of illusion. In a few forests, as one claws through the branches and falling pine needles, it feels as one would when travelling under the surface of the ocean. The air becomes heavy and the farther one travels, the darker the trees turn and the louder the birds caw. The sun can no longer reach your path, and any call you shout only echoes against the dirt. And the minute you find yourself frightened or anxious, you run through the trees as a deer would when spotting a hunter. Maybe, just maybe, it's not your sences. Maybe you're not paranoid. Maybe the farther you go, the earth begans to churn under your wake, and the trees become paranoid from your presence.
Penana
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