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We left the clearing behind and headed down the trail after our glowing thread. The path wounds its way through the thick trees, and the further we traveled the larger they grew until we were surrounded on all sides by behemoths.
Something appeared out of the mists to the left of the path ahead of us. It was a cut stump, the only one I’d ever seen in this fantastical forest, and a slim figure of a woman was seated on top of the old fatal wound.
I slowed down and Chris sped up to nearly walk in front of me. He stopped us ten feet from the forlorn figure. She was hunched over with her spindly arms draped over her bent legs. The figure wore a gossamer dress that appeared to be made of fern leaves and a misty green moss. Her long green hair tumbled down her back and came to res
