

Come in, come in... Why go back home, why turn around? The forest calls.. Cant you hear the sound? Come in, come in... Theres nothing to lose, and everything to win; for this, this is not like anywhere youve ever been. Here the trees twist, the branches twine the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.

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