You’re alone, betrayed and broken by all around you. Every word a twist of the knife in your back, and a fire searing the soul. Run little lamb; run screaming into the black woods where monstrous beings await. A giant wolf prowls through the dead trees desiring vengeance searching for his next meal. A giant dark owl sits atop on the trees casting judgment, nothing breathes beneath his shadow.

This is where you belong little lamb, amidst the gnarled thorny path and bleak stones. Where nothing good grows and every shadow welcomes you with sharp teeth and clutching claws. The spider that dwells here spins her web and sings a haunting melody as she drags in those she catches in her netting to greet them with a poisonous kiss. The mad boar with a scarred hide and obsidian tusks that sunder stone and rend flesh wanders in brooding anger waiting to charge, waiting to thrash about to break the world.

This is where those of your nature call for justice. The hedonistic goat that tends to blood red flowers that feast upon vitality dwell in his grove, hunting for new bodies to feed his plants as he roams the woods. The pale ape that indulges in cruel jokes and twisted tricks swings from tree to tree, searching for new toys to play his malevolent games.

This place of nightmares is your prison and your sanctuary. The venomous frog croaks in his cesspool of a pond reigning over toxic waters, calling for new subjects to rule over in his drowned domain. The derange bear lumbers through the woods uprooting trees and crushing boulders, seeking a new victim to tear apart in his savage fury. Your fate dwells within these darken trees where the moon shines eternal.

The bear is lumbering closer. The frog is croaking for you to come. The ape is feeling mirthful. The goat is sinning. The boar is charging recklessly. The spider sings her siren songs. The owl is casting his judgment. The wolf is hungry. Run