As we walk through this dense, alive, moving forest, my heart won't stop pounding. Why are these trees moving? Who gave them permission to move??? Trees have one job: stay still and photosynthesize! Do they not teach basic biology to the flora in this world?
After about fifteen minutes of trekking through the shifting shadows, I spot a faint flickering of firelight. The scent of woodsmoke hits my nose, accompanied by the rhythmic thumping of drums and the low hum of voices.
Yeah… that's definitely where the weird ritual is happening.
Finally, we emerge into a wide, circular clearing carved out of the massive forest. Hundreds of Felyr are gathered around a central campfire that's so large it looks like it could touch the sky.
