Deeper in the forest, beyond the reach of any map, grow trees with bark as smooth as glass. When you touch them, you don’t feel wood—only a coldness that seeps under your skin like poison. They say these trees aren’t ordinary. They are gates. No one knows where they lead, because those who step through never return the same. Some are lost in endless landscapes of night, others come back with empty eyes and words that make no sense. And then there are those who change… their bodies the same, but something inside them no longer human. In this forest, nothing truly ends. Every step could take you elsewhere. Every tree is a question you don’t want answered.
