The forest is full,

Heavy with spirits and souls,

That feed on the earth....

The forest’s leaves seemed to bend towards Venli, inching closer towards her skin. The hairs on her spine began to tilt upwards, and so did her head, as she lifted it to view this... thing.

The spectres eyes seemed burned out, as if somebody had scraped them out with a scalpel. Its ethereal sleeves hung low from its eldritch extremities, and they swept across the ground as it moved towards Venli. ...