The forest we entered was oak-brown and pristine. The grasses we stepped on were crackly beneath our feet because of the recent dry spell. We were in awe of the size and majesty of the trees. A woody incense arose from the centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree we passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian patrolling and protecting its land. We decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this magical forest. We silently hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets with us.
The further we went, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots spread the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea creatures. The top soil thick and lush, the moss dangling from trees form an arch of fairytale-green above our heads. We then arrived at a wide glade, where the trees fell away, revealing the cloudless sky. We sat down with our backs against each other and watched the sun fade under the horizon. As if on cue, the full moon and its army of glistening stars dazzle the forest. We could see fireflies for miles, the mournful howl of a wolf. The silent scurry of mice. We all let out a sigh. “It's time to leave...”