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.
Quickly owl can you hear me? I can hear very low low noises Can you see me then? Spirit are you? Or is it just the cold breeze in the forest? Quickly owl you must fly away the cold front is inward. I can only hear you and not see you, I will fly away ... Are you going now? Yes, it is close to the big trees of the forest. Fallen leaves and newborns cover the forest floor, and each step creates a rich and frank aroma as fresh soil is unearthed. Okay, have a safe flight! What spirit do you want from me? why are you whispering? I can't help it now that I don't have any lungs or lips. I regret spirit, you would be a good companion in my nights in the forest ....