The forest is asleep, but yet so awake. The breeze, the winds whistle through every leafless branch. The sunless skies the moonless nights. The forest is dead but yet so alive. Don't go to far, your memory will be erased, caught in the middle no where to escape. The forest will keep you, never letting you free. Be careful of the sharp woods. Be careful of the calling boney branches. Don't let them lure you and don't let them grasp you.

"I have gone to the forest." - Knut Hamsun