Trees of twisting branches, crimson bark, and filtering light through the leaves above, the woods were unfamiliar but yet all looked the same. How could you one moment be in green lush forests of whispering trees to come to a territory of towering red trees. As the dried decaying leaves crunch underfoot, the tutting of someone behind makes you pause. "Hasn't your mother ever told you not to wander off into the Red Woods? That a foe will find you and drag you deeper?" Foxglove mocked.
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