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A grove of ancient trees, their branches twisted and gnarled, stand silent in the moonlight, their leaves rustling with whispers, the ground is littered with human bones, bleached white by the sun, a single, massive human skull, its eye sockets glowing with an eerie light, rests at the base of the largest tree, a faint, rhythmic heartbeat echoes through the forest, pulsing with an unseen life.