Skyros
The Ancient Mystery forest had a certain serene environment that could only be encountered in such untouched wilderness. Through the canopies of the high trees, one could see the stars. Like snowflakes of silver, they sprinkled the night sky. Scurrying squirrels searched for food under the aging trees. The birds chirped to each other over dinner, chatting about their day. Mushrooms grew under the shady roof of the leaves, berries littered the uneven ground. The scent from the foliage mixed with damp and decay, ancient as it was, untouched for years.
