A forgotten outcrop, still, possessing the force of the forest floor holds the strength to embody an alter. Velvet carpeted mass so thick it swallows every footstep. Beyond it, the trees stand silent, aware and half dissolved fading in and out of the veil of the mist. The wood itself lets out a breath as whatever worshiped here has left long ago. Moss grows richer every year, fed from the offerings no one remembers offering.
A forgotten outcrop, still, possessing the force of the forest floor holds the strength to embody an alter. Velvet carpeted mass so thick it swallows every footstep. Beyond it, the trees stand silent, aware and half dissolved fading in and out of the veil of the mist. The wood itself lets out a breath as whatever worshiped here has left long ago. Moss grows richer every year, fed from the offerings no one remembers offering.