The Forest

Not just any forest, THE Forest. The definite article, it stands alone, separate and above all the other forests of the world both figuratively and literally. An immortal place in a mortal world. I could wax eloquent upon the noises or lack thereof, as well as the subtleties of the light or great trunks of the trees, but I have never been there, nor met anyone who has.

Which is not to say no one has been there, many have.

The Forest stands, as it will ever stand, upon a strangely shaped irregularity of the land, seemingly unreachable by ordinary means. This outcropping (though what it originally cropped out of I would never venture to guess) seems to slowly drift around the world, as a stranger drifts in an unfamiliar town; ill at ease, wandering, and not entirely welcome.

In my studies of The Forest I have sought to chart this drift, to find some rhyme or reason, some pattern that I could understand. All the things one might think of (and one, I, did) such as wind, altitude, waterways, geological or environmental consistencies, led to naught. After many, many years however, I did find a pattern, once I had discarded all the probable options and focused my efforts on the improbable.

Seven years after the forest was seen in each of these places, something of great importance occurred. Sometimes good things, sometimes bad things, but always events of great import and impact.

It has just been seen once more, an unusually swift alteration in it position, near the very capital of our world. I must tell all that I know.