60 A talk in the Eternal Garden

The sky was black. There was no sign of any stars, only the lone silver moon rising high above, illuminating the entire forest with its dim light.

The forest was shrouded in a thick silver mist and was so silent that it seemed to be dead. Although to be precise, the forest wasn't alive, it couldn't die either.

The trees, devoid of leaves, were as white as ivory, and on their branches, there were only a few flowers as red as blood and strange fruits as black as coal.

Beneath the treetops, the forest floor was covered with grass and leafless bushes as white as tree trunks. On the ground, there were also some crimson flowers and more black fruits on the bushes.

Through the forest, there were also rivers and streams coming from the mountains that formed different waterfalls and cascades until they flowed into lakes and lagoons of scarlet waters.