The path quickly narrows and darkens upon entering the forest.  Dense branches overhead block all but a few stray rays of sunshine.  Fallen leaves just beginning to rot blanket the forest floor, and every footstep kicks up a rich, loamy scent as fresh ground is unearthed.
Forest entrance, Forest
owl
spirit
I do not exist physically. I float around after death. I go to heaven after 40 days.
Owl, they say you are wise, is this truth or fiction?  Very true. I'm the wisest animal in the entire forest. Then tell me, wise one, why am I still on this land?  Should I not have ascended to heaven long ago? You must be a spirit. I read that spirits will ascend to Heaven when the time is right. It can take centuries though. I long to be gone from this land, how many I make haste of my ascension  You'll get to Heaven eventually. I promise. I apologize for my words, it has been long since another soul could hear me speak.  Owl, do you fear death? I use to fear death, but not anymore. For why not? Do you welcome death, wise one?  The older I get the more comfortable I am with things. Of course I don't want to die... but if I go... I go... I understand,  I do hope you have a long life and a short transition.  This is not a fun way to exist. I understand. I know you said it was a long time, but do you remember when it was exactly you last spoke to a soul?