The Forgotten Forests stretch dark and tangled along the ragged borders of the Void's influence, a hush of unread trees whose leaves rustle in languages no one alive can name. Each trunk is said to hold the memory of a tale once told beneath its branches — fables, bedtime stories, warnings whispered child to child — now sealed inside the bark like sap. To walk here is to feel watched by every story you have ever half-forgotten. The deeper you go, the quieter it grows, until even your own footsteps begin to unremember themselves.