In a twisted, blood-red forest, the trees stand tall and gnarled

In a twisted, blood-red forest, the trees stand tall and gnarled, their bark resembling dried, cracked flesh. The ground is shrouded in a thick mist, and the air smells faintly of iron. Suspended in the branches of the trees are dozens of real eyeballs, each one glistening with fresh blood that drips slowly, pooling on the crimson moss below. The eyes vary in size and color, some wide and terrified, others narrowed in a haunting glare. Each eyeball reflects the eerie light filtering through the