Hidden somewhere in the verdant, alive, and fertile forest, surrounded by the strong smell of green leaves and muddy ground, you come to a clearing from which you see the Gates of our Fathers.
Nobody knows how long these gates stand here, nobody knows why it is here, and nobody really dares to question it.
At least not here, not where silence is so all-encompassing you could feel it in your bones. But do not worry, do not be frightened. It is not a scary place: it’s like mother nature’s gift, a safe haven from troubles and horrors.
Nobody, not even the most malicious souls, dare to step foot here. It’s like the gates are keeping bad seeds out.