The search took a long time. I visited a lot of prospective forests and
inspected their every element for what I thought I was looking for. Yes, it took a while but I managed to find an
appropriate forest - the oldest, creepiest, most mysterious in the county.
All the trees were behemoths with great old trunks metres wide and
spotted with lichen. Enormous roots
appeared at the surface for seating. It
reminded me of that abandoned city in Thailand, or is it Cambodia?, in places.
The thick, long boughs of the trees reached out to one another entwining
to create a natural roof that shaded the forest floor almost completely. Yet it was like a tapestry. Grasses and flowers of all types and colours
littered almost all space available to them despite the light only reaching the
ground in spots - rays shooting through the canopy here and there like
spotlights, creating clearings amazingly clear when sunny, but murky and misty
in the rain.
And the feeling there. Like
anything was possible. Actually
anything. As if you had downed a portion
of Felix Felicis. A sort of euphoria and
spookiness drifted over you. I was happy
and excited to be there but also anxious; wary; apprehensive. A strange place indeed. Just the sort of place I knew I would find
what I was looking for.
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