Description taken from RCPedia.

An ominous forest looms on the edge of the streets. The densely packed woods choke out any starlight that tries to creep through the canopy of intertwined vines and leaves. The trees are thick and old. Their bark is twisted and mangled. Their branches, and trunks twisting and convoluting reaching skyward sneaking ominously up into the blackest depths.

The shadows of moonlight dance on the trees as their leaves rustle in the wind. It almost seems as if there are faces on the trees looking back as eerie sounds can be heard from the thicket beyond.

Small gilded flowers, vines, brush, and long grasses fulfill their calling to the gods and goddess guarding the hidden secret of the forest. It's as if a living wall has grown to keep unwanted souls out and those who are inside safe; from those who would do harm to the woods.

Surrounding the out side of the forest all over the grounds are a great variety of wild flowers not commonly found any where else. All are in full bloom even during the night or the cold of winter such as: Calla Lily, Cyclamen, Purple, Pink, and Black Orchids, Poppies, Blue and Purple Iris, Pink Stargazer Lilies, Delphinium, Trilliums, Passion Flowers, Lillie of the Valley, Daisies, Violets, Impatiens, Catnip, Pansies, Honeysuckle, Chrysanthemums, White and Crimson Snap-Dragons, Hibiscus, Tiger Lilies, Salvias, Blue,Red, Yellow, Black, White, Peach and Purple Roses.

A beguiling aroma of soft woods and delicate flowers arouse the senses and beckon some close to the edge of the woods. So alluring and intoxicating is the spice of the air many still cross the boundaries to enter and rest amongst the beast of the forest dancing amidst the trees.

A single odd tree stands out from the forest. This tree is unlike any other tree ever seen before. Yet there is something familiar about it. The tall lone tree stands high, branching out over the rest of the canopy. It calls high into the night air, singing loud to those who can hear it, telling them to walk amongst the forest as friends, to dance with them, to be one with the trees as you tread the twisted, serpentine paths.

A charcoal-burnt sign below the tree reads "Willow Woods The Ent Moot"