Completely dark. The further ahead she gazed the darker the darkness.
There were these pockets of black that broke up the branches and a looming fear that filled in the rest.
The thing about the woods is
They eventually end.
And armed with that knowledge she started to run, trees either laughing in mockery or waving her on
She could not tell.
But the more she ran she realized that the spaces that were dark quickly came into view.
