Within my forest the light rain whispers, the moss covers the ground and the leaves swing in the breeze like bells.
I am the deepest part of the woods, with ancient trees that rival mountains, their high branches thick as redwoods.
One path leads here. Our ancestors ferried from one shore to another within me to secure safe passage.
Perhaps I am the king of the forest. Or maybe I’m just a boy who couldn’t find his way out. Either way, I built the hidden stairs and the first city in the trees.
When a spell was cast on me, I lived as a refugee in my own land, searching but never finding the stairs again.
Trust me this deep in the forest.
The spell is breaking with every step.
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