Anastasia pov

　　The car ride is laden with tension, an invisible current of unspoken feelings and unresolved grievances hanging in the air like a shadow. As we progress, the road begins to narrow, the asphalt giving way to a bumpy dirt track. The trees along the path become denser, their tall and ancient trunks forming a sort of green tunnel. Finally, we reach the border of the Red Forest, where the road for the car simply ends, swallowed by the impenetrable wall of ...