A darkness that never knows the light.
A field of dreamers that only knew nightmares.
A resting place for those who never want to wake up.
That's the kind of stuff I've heard about Toivoton Forest. Toivoton is the Finnish word for hopeless, and I guess it's meant to describe how people who enter it feel. I think they should've chosen the Finnish word for dark; even though it's noon, it feels like I'm out walking in the middle of the night. The trees completely block out the sky, to the point where I keep finding myself almost bumping into things. I'm at least able to see that the things I'm bumping into are dead bodies, soon to be my roomm