The forest hums faintly with unnatural light. Bioluminescent fungi pulse like slow heartbeats, casting eerie glows across twisted bark. Mist coils low to the ground, slithering between roots like restless spirits. Every step crunches damp leaves underfoot. The silence is wrong too complete, broken only by the faint rustle of unseen movement deeper in the trees. A strange, glowing place. Mist curls around twisted trees, and rays move unnaturally. The steps cautiously you are taking are being observed, you have a sense of feeling watched. A shadow shifts. Another. Shapes flicker at the edges of vision, gone the instant they’re sought. The air thickens, heavy with the weight of unseen eyes. Each breath feels louder than it should, each heartbeat betraying your presence.