Trees that extend like arms.

I'm on the verge of terrain amply filled with danger and adventure. The landmarks are familiar, but the landscape is not the same. I feel dissimilar: I don't deny the lush existence of this place, but I deny myself entry.

The danger that lurks is very real. I'm aware of its potency. But this place is different from last time. The landmarks are familiar, but the landscape... it's not the same.