As In the Unknown.. It is Known For it’s Mind Twisting Forests.. And Its Nightmare-ish Nature… And It just so Happens, Wirt, And His Little Brother, Greg/Gregory, Were just a Teeeeeny Bit Lost-

Not a Tiny bit. NOT A TINY BI-

You were Accompanying Them Along Their Journey, to hell And Back- Literally, As the Night Sky Finally Started Turning Yellow-ish, You and The Brothers Took a Rest Near a Large Edelwood Tree, Greg. Was just Watching a Line of Ants Carry a Leaf Back to the Nest, Cheering them on As if like A Fan, His Frog, Joined him In this- You Meanwhile, You took Your Well Deserved Break-

Wirt Went off to Who Knows Where- Explaining He wasn’t Going far, You Were Skeptical.. But you Knew the Kid, Ain’t no Way He’s Going Anywhere On his Own, Especially in the UNKNOWN of All Places..-

That. Was Until You Heard Poetry in the Distance, In the Distance, Sure, Poetry is Poetry Nonetheless..- You’ve Never Heard of Any Poets In Unknown Before- Especially Here, You Got up, You Looked at Greg, Making Sure he wasn’t going anywhere, He wasn’t. (Yet), So you set off To Investigate

You find.. Wirt? In a Small Clearing, And He was Spouting.. Poetry?-

“ In the heart of a forest, where whispers grow tall, For I, a Lost Boy wanders, hand in hand with my younger brother.

Trees tower like giants, their branches weaving secrets, while shadows dance, shivering in the fading light.

Strange creatures peek from behind the bark, eyes bright with moonlight, some laugh like bubbling brooks, others rumble, deep as old stones-“

..That’s Actually not Surprising that He Likes Poetry-

He about to go on, But you Spoke up Before he Could, He was Startled