From out of the tree lined mist: Meep wrote this to this. I did one too.

Carter stopped with no thought of strategies, leaning tiredly against the nearest old tree and staring up the path yet untravelled. Heavy fog obscured whatever lay ahead, murky as his future. The trees themselves reached over the path tangling with their neighbours, sheltering this lonely path, causing an eerie space. Sound didn't seem to penetrate off this path could be any reality, any range of technology or war. Here there was endless silence, leaves rustling above lent more to atmosphere than sound.

A dark shape started to appear centre of the path, .........the rest is HERE