As she crosses over the bridge, a chill runs down her spine, causing her smile to fade away...the air feels stale in this part of the woods, the trees bare, skinny branches reaching for the sky, as if they were pointing accusatorily at the heavens themselves. There are no sounds, no signs of life, naught but the wind whispering, calling out the names of gods long forgotten, chanting in tongues that none could understand.
(ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?)