A forest in the corner of the island – it was especially hard to read, no details would resolve without intense focus on it. In this forest, a murder and betrayal occurred. The details would not come into focus, and who or what was killed was unknown, as was the reason and the culprits, but the event warped the world so hard that it changed the world about it. Lift springs eternal in that realm, animals roam about and die only for a young version of themselves to burst free from the corpse. Plants grow until they die before sprouting exactly the same somewhere else. This has occurred for a very long time. Walking among the nature was a strangely calm humanoid who looked to have green vines for hair and flowers or petals sprouting and falling off of her. This place seems extremely dangerous, and Khafre warned expressly against heading here without very strong protections from mental influences. He thinks something that the Oracles once struggled against was responsible for the difficulty in scrying here.
