The hippie stares at you, pitiful urban creature. “c’mon’ we’re late…”
She helps you get out of the cart. How long have you been sleeping? You remember the fields… endless fields of modified reed, undulating
You look around, your mouth gaping in astonishment.
Trees… hundreds of trees… all charred …all dead… from time to time, a blue electric arc randomly flies from tree to tree.
A rudimentary wooden sign reads : “Blackout Forest! Keep out!”
“Bet you’ve heard of the forbidden forest ? Another one of their damn experiments! Planted and killed an entire forest… called it a ‘prototype’!”