How Phantom Wood looks to Strangers

[Chall]

At the edge of Phantom Wood, they paused. Behind them was Frey’s Golden fields, an open, vast, land of beauty. Dotted across the distance were quaint Vanir farms where a warm smile and open hand beckoned hospitality. Echoing in the distance were the peaceful notes of Lois Alfar pipes and drums, whose music guided the wandering sun peacefully to its rest. Before them, stood Phantom Wood, whose tall trees stood grey and silent, like monuments to the dead. Under its dread, leafy canopy lurked beasts and creatures hungry for fear and blood. Deep within the murky forest could be heard the eerie hoots of owls joyfully welcoming the coming darkness.