As you wearily progress down the hidden path, the forest thickens. The trees form an almost impenetrable rampart of bark and roots. You can feel the wood's hostility in the leaves that you tread upon, in the air you breathe. Under the dense foliage, the already declining light recedes, conceding against darkness. The atmosphere is stifling, as much as the thorns and vines are stifling the nearby trees. The sweet scent of plant rot invades your lungs. Nevertheless, you push on, through the green tunnel.
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