A Cabin in the Pines

Settle in now, and let yourself get comfortable... this is your time to rest.

You are walking along a narrow path. It winds between tall pine trees. The air is cool and soft, and it smells of resin and damp earth. Above you, the branches reach up and touch each other, making a high green roof. A little gray light comes through. It is late afternoon, and the day is quietly letting go.

Under your feet, the path is covered in fallen needles. They are soft and springy. Each step makes almost no sound at all. You walk slowly. There is nowhere you need to be but here.