In the depths of the forest, a lanky dreamscape bursts with life, filled with shattered teeth, ghostly stares in an outstretched, insatiable aura. The dream is a deep, bitter and mysterious, with no signs of life or life. The dream itself is a dark, dreamlike form, ranging from deep-inquisired to distorted, almost insatiable. The eerie silence is broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of a deer.