Trapped Beneath the Veil of the Mystery Woodland
Footsteps crunching leaves, Victor moved farther into the Mystery Woodland following words exchanged with Diana.
Trees stretched on without a clear edge in sight.
Up ahead, ancient trees rose into the mist, arms bent and tangled overhead - like bones left behind by something long gone. Light slipped down in weak patches, yet never made it far, choked out before reaching soil. Down below, everything sat hushed under a half-dark stillness.
Forward he went, one foot after another, each boot pressing deep into wet ground. Cold hung on his arms and neck, slow and thick, hard to shake off. Each stride brought more fog, twisting close like breath given form, hiding what lay ahead, muffling footsteps, blurring which way was left or right.
Thirty minutes almost passed while he kept moving on foot.
And yet…
It felt as though he had made no progress at all.
