A mysterious forest where time moves backward.

A mysterious forest enchanted woodland, known only as Viresca to the few who have dared speak of it, is not bound by the familiar rhythm of past, present, and future. In Viresca, time moves backward, a place where every step taken unravels what has already happened and returns it to its origin.

• Entering the forest is like stepping into a dream, one that you cannot wake from, even when you try. The first thing that hits you is the quiet. The usual rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the hum of insects are absent, replaced instead by a strange stillness. It's as if the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold or, perhaps, waiting to remember.
• The trees in Viresca are ancient, their trunks gnarled and twisted in ways that defy logic. Their roots seem to float above the ground, as if suspended in time. The leaves, though vibrant, appear to be in a state of perpetual autumn, constantly shifting from golden yellow to fiery red and then back again, as though they are trapped in a loop of seasons. The air smells sweet, almost like cinnamon and earth, but it also carries a faint odor of something forgotten, something lost in time.
• As you walk deeper into the forest, the trees begin to thin, and the path becomes less distinct. The forest around you starts to feel familiar, like a place you've been before, but with the unsettling knowledge that you've never been here at all. In the distance, you hear a faint sound—something like footsteps, soft and deliberate. You pause and look around, but there's no one there. And yet, you feel an undeniable presence, something—or someone—moving just beyond your vision.
• You move forward, the forest’s strange gravity drawing you in, and with each step, the world around you begins to warp. The sky, once clouded with the heavy weight of twilight, now appears to brighten, as though the sun is rising instead of setting. Time is unraveling; it is as though the hours are slipping backward, their grasp on reality weakening with each passing second.
• Suddenly, you see a figure ahead, standing perfectly still. It's a woman, her hair long and flowing, wearing a gown that seems to shimmer in the shifting light. She is standing at the edge of a clearing, looking down at something in her hands. Her face is turned away, and for a moment, you hesitate, unsure if she is real or a figment of the forest's strange nature. But as you approach, the woman slowly turns her head, her eyes meeting yours, and a soft smile spreads across her face.
• "You've come," she says, her voice as Gentle as the breeze. It is not a question, but a statement of fact, as though she knew you would arrive long before you even thought of it.
• Before you can speak, she raises a hand and points to a small stone lying in the grass at her feet. As you move closer, you see that the stone is etched with strange symbols, markings that seem to shift and change as your gaze settles on them.
• "The forest remembers," she says. "Everything that happens here is a memory. But it is not the past you know, nor the future you will see. It is something in between. A place where time is not linear."
• You blink, the weight of her words sinking in. You want to ask questions—about the forest, about her, about the strange way the world around you is unfolding—but before you can, the woman begins to step backward, retreating into the trees as though she is walking into the past.
• The forest seems to pull you deeper into its embrace, each step you take unraveling the very fabric of your existence. You find yourself retracing your own footsteps, walking backward in time, unmaking the choices you have already made. Events, memories, and people blur together as though they were never meant to be separate, and you can almost feel the pull of things you’ve left behind.
• As the woman disappears into the shadows of the trees, you realize that time, in this forest, does not move in a straight line. It ebbs and flows, spiraling in on itself, creating a dance of forgotten moments, lost in the space between what was and what could be.
• In the end, you do not know if you will ever leave Viresca. Perhaps you will find yourself at the beginning, or perhaps at the end. Perhaps you are already there, caught in the endless loop of time, where the past and future no longer matter, only the moment you find yourself in, drifting among the whispers of eternity.
• And as the woman Vanishes completely, you are left with only one certainty: in the forest of time, there are no answers—only the endless journey of becoming.