Why was getting lost in a forest ever romanticized? Who said that the fallen and the muggy, buggy air was beautiful and to be treasured? The paths were uneven and the branches were long and broken, and you couldn’t even see the sky. The forest was once seen as magnificent and beautiful, the leaves brushing the sky at insurmountable heights. They had said the colors were “epic”, ones you couldn’t find anywhere else.

That was why they had to be destroyed.