A dense forest of ancient pines sprayed with spruces here and there, sprawls for many leagues, as far as an eye can reach, all the way to Elwailly shores. Their maroon branches are thick, crossing over between heavy trunks whose dark green hue channelizes strange murkiness, more so when gazed upon from the outside. Pines stand incredibly tall and wide, so that forest paths and roads, completely covered in pine-needles, intersect the forest clearly, yet their huge trunks block the sun, as they keep blending and twisting, allowing very little light to pierce through. Elongated, macabre shapes of black resin ooze from reaching tops like nails of bed omen, sending shivers of fear at bypassers. Uneasiness accompanies all who travel through, a sense of being watched crawling into one's mind, lingering there, long after one has left Mirky Pine Forest.