Return To The Forest

Returning to the wintry forest, acutely aware of my vulnerability. Naked, willowy trees sprawled in every direction, reaching into the cold white sky like the bars of an infinite cage.
I reached a desolate clearing and paused upon some muddy ground that was the unmarked grave of a fallen demigod. I began to pray, I prayed to its decomposing bones, I uttered tones begging for forbidden knowledge.