A poetic description of a lost mind

[OrangeOak]

You’re a stuck in a black radio-static sandstorm, sometimes dying down to reveal a landscape- a dark forest where logic disintegrates. The trees are coated in a thick black tar, and there is no forest floor. It descends into endless roots and underground spaces. The leaves are so dense that it’s impossible to see their end, giving the sense that they go on forever, becoming birds of the night. The birds themselves circle quietly above, but they are just as dense as the leaves. Somehow they convey a sense of deeply disguised malignancy. The black sky is woven by the flight of the birds, wrapping the canopy in shadowy ribbons.