Druim nan Crann
The entrance to Druim nan Crann is hidden beneath a thick canopy of towering trees, their leaves casting dappled shadows across the ground. Twisting juniper roots coil around the entrance, like ancient guardians woven from the earth itself. These roots wind and snake over weathered stones, some of which are moss-covered and glisten with moisture, others carved with faint, worn symbols as if marked by hands long forgotten.The stones seem to whisper of old tales—each one shaped by time, with cracks and crevices that tell their own story. Some of the rocks have a pale, almost spectral hue, glowing faintly in the dim light, while others are dark and rough, resembling faces or creatures from folklore.
The entrance yawns open like a mouth, wide and shadowy, with cool, damp air seeping out. Above, the juniper branches knot together, their gnarled limbs twisting into strange shapes that seem to mimic runes or forgotten languages. The roots create a lattice, both protective and inviting, giving the sense that this place is part of the living forest but also something far older, like a secret doorway to another world.
It's a place where legends are born—where the earth and forest seem to conspire to keep its secrets hidden.