The forest had the kind of silence in which one could commit a murder and no one would ever know. It made every horror movie ever filmed tap me on the shoulder and whisper, “You should run”. Which, naturally, was the moment my survival instincts clocked out, shrugged, and left me unsupervised. I followed Cewyn because she seemed the least likely to feed me to anything. She kept a patient pace, the kind you use with startled animals and confused toddlers. Rowan walked ahead of us, moving with the steady confidence of someone who never tripped over roots or made poor decisions involving glowing doors. I, on the other hand, nearly tripped on a patch of moss that absolutely shifted on purpose. Cewyn glanced back. “Careful. The ground is aware here.” “The ground is aware,” I mumbled....