C2084 Forest of Death

The dense clouds overhead obscured the daylight, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a slowly churning swamp. The forest below was cast in eerie, dark hues, its gnarled and twisted branches reaching skyward in a desperate grasp for the last slivers of sunlight.

Every so often, a breeze carrying the stench of decay would sweep through, its mournful wail resembling a chorus of sobs