The forest stretched endlessly, ancient and tangled, its roots jutted from the earth like skeletal fingers, while moss hung in long, draping tendrils from the canopy above. Beams of pale light filtered through the leaves, scattering gold and silver patterns onto the dirt path beneath their feet. The air smelled damp, tinged with the sweetness of blooming Sweei plants clutched in Anubis’s hand. Aviary skipped a fe...
