El Bosque Del Olvido

Previously

…The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. She looked back at her studio, a sanctuary of order and reason, and then turned towards the north, towards the blank space on her map, towards the forest that was not supposed to exist. The journey had begun, not with a grand pronouncement, but with a quiet, insistent whisper, a faded parchment, and a cartographer’s unyielding curiosity. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, but for the first time, Elara felt not just the thrill of discovery, but the unsettling weight of purpose. The forest of oblivion, it seemed, was waiting.