Deep within the craggy heights of the mountains lies the Black Forest. The dense canopy of intertwining branches forms an impenetrable roof, allowing only fleeting glimpses of the sky. Towering trees, their trunks thick with age and encrusted in moss, are packed tightly together. If one is not careful, they might step on the gnarled roots that cake the ground. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a testament to the forest's eternal cycle of life and death. Echoes of distant wildlife add further to the eerie stillness. It feels like a place between worlds, if partly because of the great number of souls that have been lost to its labyrinthine paths.
