Sigil sighs, feeling the thrum of the forest coursing through him. He feels everything. Each fresh unfurling leaf of a new sapling, and the quiet sigh as life gives way to rot. It all rushes through in a deafening hum, eventually settling into a numb, but manageable medium. Sunlight cuts through the leaves, casting a soft dapple on the underbrush below. What lies beyond the forest? He's almost too scared to consider the world beyond his small piece of it.

Suddenly, he stops. A stranger - something new, finally - in his forest.