The forest's edge always darkened the corner of your small village. The big, twisted branches overhead, the forest floor a haunting, pitch black. You shouldn't be here. There's creatures, dangerous ones.

You used to play with other kids, daringly stepping beneath the green canopy. Every step towards the darkness had been thrilling then. You jokingly pushed each other further, whispering about monsters. Now, every step fills you with dread. All of that wonder is gone.

You're in The Maw.