Here goes...Fog and mist engulfed the barren landscape, leaving it, to the naked eye, as mysterious and infinite as an echo. The deadened heath was as dull as stone and as treacherous as thunder. There was a complete silence, disturbed only by the whistling of the wind or the shuffling of wilted leaves littered upon the dry earth.
On closer inspection, one would come to the horrifying realisation that there was more to this apparently desolate and bare scene than met the eye. In between the split dead tress and limp lifeless flowers lay items of more distress. Pieces of black fabric, torn away after having been caught on thorns, flew with the wind as did the leaves on the ground. Skulls, charms and other such items which seem to encompass all the ideals of a gruesome horror story with a bloody end, lay discarded thoughtlessly around the unsightly surroundings. Animal feathers and skeletons hung from the trees on scarlet ribbons tied elegantly, almost ironically so, with a beautifully executed bow. The perpetrators, and the only human life forms (if you could address such beings as humans) to even attempt staying on the heath for more that was absolutely necessary could now be heard slowly making their way back across the land.
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