The particular, carmine, almost blood-like foliage of the region always puzzled scholars and scientists alike. Carmine Copse always seems frozen in stasis, an eternal autumn. Despite its unearthly, almost eerie tint, the wood hosts mostly – if not exclusively – peaceful creatures. Could this be the work of a demented angel? Perhaps an overzealous fey?

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