Troll Forest. Deep and silent it is weaving its enigmatic veils. The trees are breathing tales, and the myths are growing among them. One magic tree nourishes others, which nourish yet others. Nobody has managed to measure this forest, nobody can tell whether the ground is sloping upwards or downwards. The surveryors who once tried to advance into it were chased away by the forest's own indeterminable beings. This forest defies modern civilisation. One tree weaves kinship with other trees, thus into the bottomless mist knotty trunk upon knotty trunk are wandering, lichen hanging like seaweed from the branches, and the moss is losing itself into the haze.
Kenneth Eriksson, from Life Book 14
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