Lithadaea Dionysian

Like something out of a children’s dark fairytale, Lithadaea Dionysian even sounds cold. A bright, winding trail will stop immediately at a curve, where suddenly everything has grown dismal. There, ahead, lies a straight path lined with a rusted wire fence. Sparse trees, dwarf bushes, and pathetic underbrush is all that is seen. Behind you, the life remains, but ahead, it is mysterious and gloomy. You must strain your eyes to adjust, and your instincts say to turn. But the long shadows lure you in, and the gale could only be whispering for you, as it does now. I hope you aren’t scared of ghosts.