Upon pausing at the entrance into a beautiful and ancient dense forest where the vibrant greens slowly yields to pale yellows and peeking oranges of summer turning into autumn; the air becomes cooler with the fog curling around like a gentle blanket lifting to greet the morning light or if you are visiting at night it sweeps between the trees like a resting ghost waiting to rise up at the beckoning of the inhabitants that live in this domain. Glowing yellow eyes appear in the distance, unblinking, in watching and observing your movements to detect your intentions while the shadows follow alongside you like invisible guardians of darkness; though you swear that you see nothing in the darkness with your keen eyesight. Beware that your steps falter; The Court of Nightmares lies in wait to feast on bringing your greatest fears and horrors to life if you can survive.
[Note: The Court of Nightmares is in Honor of the novels from Sarah J Maas. I'm Team Night Court/Team Rhysand all the way and Keir is a major jerk face.]
