I wrote this story in honor of the forests of Eastern Europe, which were very thick and haunting and had carried with them many happenings worthy of mention.
'To the North, Astray from majestic mountains and under a ghostly moon of chaos lay the region of the Forest of Shadows. As ancient as time itself, with its lowly valleys and thick brushes of trees, it carried within itself a timeless soul. A soul marred with misanthropic inclinations. A soul of Winter. From the time before man walked the Earth, the Forest of Shadows was itself a place of desolation...'
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