C2356 Living but Already Dead

Dusk settled with a heavy gloom, and a foul, cold wind swept through the gnarled forest, its mournful howls weaving between the trees. The withered, dead trunks stood like corpses yet to topple, silently awaiting the approach of newcomers.

Occasionally, a ghostly blue flame would drift by, mingling with ethereal and melodious singing reminiscent of a siren's call from the deep sea