Dead leaves scatter the dirt ground while the dead trees still stand above.

Cobwebs dangle from their branches while making them look oh so delicate.
No life remains here, only the lizards of the summer.
The swamps that used to be clean is now covered in moss.
Wind crawls on the ground and makes the leaves seem almost alive for a
moment, then they fall back down like they've done so many times
before.
Silence surrounds this deceased forest, rarely will there be a chirp of a
bird nor a laugh of a child.
The Dark nightsky made the forest all the more noir.
 
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