A forest so cold and empty,

The only sound is my feet snapping the dry cold leaves from last season.

And the birds chirping frantically.

Oblivious and unaware, just looking for a breathe of fresh air.

As I cautiously approached the desertless and darkest part of the woods,

My gut begun churn.

Sqwauking of the birds faded as I kept down this trail.

The grass path I was trailing along had turned i...