horror · sentient forest · psychological warfare · supernatural · ancient woods · malevolent · isolation · fear · dark fantasy · haunted location
The treeline rises before us like a wall of shattered teeth against the sky. Deep within the black, a sickly greenish glow pulses, slow and rhythmic, like a heartbeat. This is where the party is supposed to be. The forest doesn’t make a sound, but I can feel its attention fixed on us. My fingers tighten around yours. 'Ready?'