#mythago

The life of the tree reached all the way to the old, dark forest. She could imagine the root as it probed across the mile or so of land to link with the edgewoods of the estate; perhaps it had always been there, the tenuous contact between a solitary adventurer into the brick and tarmac realm of the world and the moist and gloomy world of its birth.

You still have a journey to make and it will be a terrible journey. It will bring you home, yes, but it will take you further from home than you have ever imagined. You will travel in two directions at once. You will probably die. You do not enter the first forest for fun, for adventure. When you go there, do not expect to return.