The Ochiba Forest
Mineshaft
- written by Yōko Otori
The winds in the Ochiba Forest draw a timeless sense through the dewy grass riddling beneath you. The moon shines its forbidding ray of light onto skeletal tree-tops, carrying a silence heavy as stone.
A cathedral of shadows, breathing with a life that exhaled clammy, festering fog; as a shroud wrapping you into a wet blanket of dread.
Each trunk, a gravestone, chiseled by not names but scars of a morbid past, immortal hands that cling to you, far after visitation hours.The narrow path that leads you deeper towards dangerous ground.
Every step was a trespass, every breath, a theft.
The trees conceal your observer and lean their sharp twigs towards you, as if they could smell...