A Forest of Blue
Forest of Blue
Threat Level
Active Status
Other Names
The Blue Forest, The Bridge, World Between Worlds

Description: The darkness dilated as we slid through the tunnel. Stepping through the gates of the trunk, we saw the trees and the light. Those monoliths stood on their roots to kiss the sky and the yonder blue returned with a caress of fog. Further still we saw the mist at the edge of this place. Blood dirt saddled the ground in a sea of still dust.

We waded through, with footprints following, and we breathed the azure air. The birds spoke and the critters scrambled. Three great trees stood in the center: one we traveled through, and two untouched. Those untouched held an opening each, though one was blocked. On a thin tree next to the blocked entrance, one word was carved into its thin, bare white trunk:


I followed the arrow of the carving and saw footprints to where it pointed. There were others before us.

Even from where we stood, we saw that the fog stretched out for much of the way, eating into the horizon. Beyond it held an eye, much like a hurricane's, a swirling gathering of the clouded mist. It spun continuously, seemingly miles away. It was the Horizon Eye. The others looked at it but I could not meet its gaze.

Background: We had little reason to be here, outside the drive of our curiosity. I took notes, but it was Keeper that held the knowledge. In joy, he hobbled around the sacred grounds in fascination.

This was a spot between the worlds, a stopping ground for the weary souls that we were. He mumbled his machinations and ramblings.

"We should build."

"They did build," came my retort.

The logs in the layabout ditch bore the sign of ax bites. A cabin or an outpost was here once. No tools. No equipment remained. Just the logs and the thoughts we had. I sat on one as the birds sung. Keeper sung with them.

Location and Population: There were many animals here. I heard hundreds but saw few. They scurried as we approached. They were not blue but they were alive.

Of the birds, many larks and songbirds. No predators in sight. There were many rodents. We saw red squirrels spread across the ground. No predators in sight.

Plants littered the floor. Ferns, mushrooms, and other foliage. We identified most. Common things in an exceptional place. Raspberry bushes grew next to bare trees with no leaves, no fruit.The animals sustained themselves on berries and seeds from the shrubs. The fungi sustained themselves on carcasses.

I jumped when I saw fog dancers wisping through the grounds, perturbing the red dirt. The closing of their enrapturing waltz spelled the return to the greater fog. It was now that I noticed their trails must have been some of the foot prints from earlier. Some, but not all.

We counted the fog dancers but they were too many to count. We counted the trees but could not remember over a hundred. 300 acres. That was all we knew and not even for sure.

I got up to walk past my companions as they set up camp, following the arrow's point. I walked until a withered tree appeared to me. My eyes glossed over its carving.


I returned to the others. We stayed the first night and ate our provisions. Overnight, the eye grew a stalk of mist.

Hunting or Procurement Methods: The animals, we shot at. The cracks of our guns shattered the stillness. But life continued. The sounds continued. For the second night, we ate rabbit. Its coat was white and its taste was sweet. There was no sun nor moon for us to see. Only light and dark existed. Our flashlights became our eyes in the dark. Our guns became our teeth when we bit.

The mushrooms were gathered. We ate them ravenously in soup. We felt well after. Keeper fell in love with his shelter and cooed his seductions to the forest. Yirk laughed at the fool while I could not sleep. Katrina was peaceful. It was not the laughter that bothered me. I could not see what was in the fog.

Nothing came for us. We awoke to ourselves and our tents. I assembled with the others to travel all of the perimeter of this island in the fog. We went in teams of two. I went with Yirk. Katrina with Keeper.

Encounter Records: We walked to the furthest edge. We saw a concave cliff below us and a blue fog covering the better half. We could not climb down, even with equipment because we did not know how far the cliff dropped.

We traveled along the edge, but I did not want to look at the Horizon Eye. There was no way down the cliff. There was nothing outside of this island and the fog surrounding it. It was miles of flat fog, yet we could see where fog met sky. If we had fallen off the edge, I'm sure we would have fallen forever.

My eyes kept forward, but I saw Yirk glance up. Someone had chopped down a tree here. It was the only stump on the edge. There were words on top.


Yirk looked up to see the eye. The massive swirling fog had lengthened its stalk of mist overnight, drawing closer to our camp.

We returned with the others. Yirk and Keeper argued. Keeper would make love to the eye if he had to. Katrina restrained the dogs. For the first time, I laughed. They looked at me with worry.

She chose to not stay the last night. We packed and climbed back up the ramp that led us down in the hollow trunk. I was happy to leave, but sad as well. There was more to see below the fog but we were ill equipped. I looked back through the hollow entrance, and saw the carved tree across from us.



Unless stated otherwise Content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 License 2019