You can feel time passing, but it feels slow, dulled — even your heartbeat is pulsing slowly, like the echo of

You can feel time passing, but it feels slow, dulled — even your heartbeat is pulsing slowly, like the echo of a drum. The forest before you seems thick with fog, and you're conscious only of your legs on an unknown path, moving forward, step by step... ...until you stop, the haze clears, and you take a sharp breath. You are on the the edge of a glade — a glade where you know the Scythe-Tree lives.