The Forgotten Forest
The crucifix and the feathers... nailed there by someone who believed it would hold what's behind...
Consider what that means... Consider the hands that drove it into the dark... trembling maybe steady... it no longer matters... and the faith behind this gesture not important anymore... Cross that promised mercy. The bloody feathers... torn from something that did not offer them willingly... Offered for something older... The darkness beyond it would recognise and respect...
Behind the tree... in the mist they stand. Guardians assembled from darkness... Their eyes hold Cold fire... That illuminates without warming... that reveals without offering... the specific gravity... a place that consuming faith... all varieties of it...
Jesus figure and blood sacrifice Towards you....
The guardians face inward...
Toward everything you came here looking for...
The forest has made its position clear... Death...
The symbols nailed to the tree by someone who knew this and chose to leave a message...
You have arrived.
Read the message carefully...
Then take the next step...
The bark continues, unhurried, to grow...
