After a while walking through the trees, you see something strange on the forest floor.

It appears to be a trail made from pieces of bread.

You follow it for what seems like hours weaving in and out among the trees, only seeming

to get deeper and deeper into the forest when something catches your eye up ahead.

A clearing among the trees, inside of which, basking under golden beams of sunlight, lies

a majestic carpet of bluebells, and in the middle of it, a gigantic, gnarly u-tree, covered

in bright red ribbons.

Mesmerized by the sight of it, you walk on through the bluebells to the foot of the

youth and gaze up in wonder at its many twisting branches and the pretty ribbons that dangle

down from them.

But when you pull one from the tree, you can only stare in confusion at the green and

rotted piece of material, now in your hand.

Looking up in shock, you see all the other ribbons have changed too, as if they had been

tied on many years before and left to rot.

The sunlight and bluebells have gone too, replaced by thick knotted brambles and splintered

stumps of broken birch trees.

Running close to one of them, you notice a series of bizarre markings all around it,

like deep scratches.

Some of them have strained circular markings, almost like bite marks.

You pull at something sticking out of one of the stumps.

It seems to be some kind of metal, like a serrated blade that comes to a sharp point.

It's covered in a reddish substance that flakes off in your hands.

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