The forest was far-reaching, shadowy, and prospering for animals. There was a reason why it was called a National Forest. Its canopy was ruled by sequoia, hawthorn, and poplar, who gave just enough light a chance to descend for dispersed sprouts to use the fertile soils below.
Yet in the darkness, none of it mattered. There wasn't enough natural light to guide Forest's visitors to their destination. It was only 4 a.m., the sun wasn't going to rise for the next three hours, at the very least.
Thick branches grasped every tree, and a range of flowers, which claimed quiet corners, looked almost out of place in the otherwise brown and green landscape.
A mixture of beastly sounds, which were caused by a variety of mischievous animals brightened up the forest. Drowning out the sounds of several nocturnal birds in the distance.