The Enclosed Woods and the Fall of Icarus: Echoes of Stynx
Introduction The air hangs heavy throughout the enclosed woods, a perpetual twilight filtering by the dense cover. Daylight, a coveted treasure, barely kisses the mossy undergrowth. Each rustle of leaves appears to whisper secrets and techniques, each shadow dances with unseen eyes. It’s a place of each refuge and imprisonment, a labyrinth of inexperienced the…