Deep inside the forest, in the place far from any trail that usually walked by man. The trees in this place grew tighter, older, and darker. The canopy above knotted together so thickly it obstruct the light and make this are dim and eerie.
The shadows in this place were not merely the absence of light but clung to bark and soil like oil. The mist that coiled through the roots and undergrowth was thicker than the rest in the whole forest. And they not just cold but tasting faintly of rot and iron.
Even the plants looks unnatural here, curling in shapes that defied symmetry.
And hidden among these cursed trees, in the highest boughs of an ancient wide-limbed oak, stood a structure of a treehouse with one of purpose. Its shape was functional, symmetrical, almost urban in design so make it standing in sharp contrast to the wild around it.
