you continue walking and avoid the ruins. something about them seems unsettling.
the forest is rather peaceful in a melancholy sort of way.
as the wind blows, you can't help but feel as though the trees are weeping.
the animals ignore you as you pass. perhaps they see many pass through here.
as you continue, the path becomes easier to walk on. less vines block the way.
you begin to feel hopeful that you may see another person, another lonely wanderer. maybe even a farm or small village.
that is, until you spotted a fallen tree blocking the road ahead.