Bramblepoint Oozings and visible membranes are rude and thoughtless

Once upon a time the earth was untouched by chaos. Even through dark times one could look upon mother nature's hairs and smile. That beauty was few and far between now. 

So what happened to the world? When Marilla ventured away from home (oh, it still felt like yesterday!)  everything was just the way it was. The grass was still green, the air was still crisp, a wide arrangement of color dazzled the wanderer's eye. But the farther she traveled the more dark the earth became. Trees young and old littered the ground, along with boulders from mountains. There were cracks, no chasms, in places where they should not be. Prey was nowhere to be found. You were lucky if you came across a sickly corpse.

Perhaps the young woman should have stayed at home. After all it was a heaven of sorts, much more than what can be said about this place. But despite this, Marilla still carried on with a smile. There was something exciting about a struggle.

She came across a forest, it's trees long bare by now. She poked at the wiry twigs with mild interest. This place was rich with life once, most likely in the summer. She would have to pay a visit once winter ceased.

Sevral cracks and snaps drew her attention away from the bushes. Carefully she dipped and weaved through the maze until she spotted a young soul. He seemed to be having trouble with the branches. You're only making it worse you know, she called, Twirling around like that.