The Yellowjacket Forest greeted travelers with a golden haze that clung to the air like drifting pollen, its towering pines and ironbarks streaked with natural yellow bands that glimmered as if alive; stepping beneath the canopy felt like entering a world that breathed differently, warmed by a honey-resin scent and filled with a constant low hum that vibrated through the soil, neither insect nor machine but something older, something aware. Paths curved in ways that made no sense, shifting subtly as though the forest rearranged itself between blinks, and the undergrowth—thick with ferns, gold-flecked wildflowers, and faintly glowing mushrooms—seemed to watch with the same quiet intelligence as the silent gold-crested birds perched high above. Travelers often caught glimpses of large, slow-moving shapes drifting between distant trunks, too shadowed to name, too fluid to be coincidence, and whenever they tried to focus on them, the hum deepened, guiding them forward or gently pushing them away

jack and collie, both captain and sargent in ww2 were both transported into this alters reality so they could see how differently life was in this universe/in the future, they landed in a forest that had stick made huts and people around that had been left there because there plane crashed, they seemed like teenagers, some girls were arguing because it seemed to be only girls 'so were chick's?' Jack scoffed