FOREST - THROUGH THE PASSAGE OF TIME.

A thousand years back in time, It was greener than ever. A legion of evergreen trees and outgrown ting bushes. A family of chirruping birds to violent hungry beasts. All in serenity as in home. It was never uncanny But it is now. At present it is only a land in dreams. No less than hell it is A place devoid of peace with dead trees in piece. A land of ever lost hope as all animal lost their home. In future darker it would be and who did this - We!

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