The forest seems to close in around the party as they move into it. The fog grows thicker and the light dims somewhat, filtering now through the foliage and mist alike. It's still unsettlingly quiet. Before long, their entry point is lost to the haze and shadow, and they are alone. There is still signal on the iMog slates.

The forest seems timeless and eternal as they travel, and they do travel awhile. There's little of note, save for the occasional copse of yellow-petaled flowers...and, should they listen, a faint chuckle, that sounds like it might belong to an old man. The shadows of trees in the haze suddenly don't look so friendly.