-zell23- | Forest Of The Blue Skin -build December-

A low, living mist threads through trunks the color of wet slate. In the Forest of the Blue Skin, bark peels in translucent sheets that catch moonlight and hold it like skin—thin, cool, and iridescent with a faint cyan glow. Underfoot, a carpet of lichen and crushed needles gives slightly beneath each step, fragrant with resin and old rain. The air here tastes of iron and brine, as though the forest remembers a sea long lost beneath its roots.