The forest used to be an ocean above land, just as fearsome, just as unknowable without a light. Leviathans and pirates have been replaced with wolves and witches but the principle is the same and all it takes is a twisted ankle or swimming cramp to vanish for good.

The teller of the story who once dove deep to seek out the truth of the matter, is drowning now in waves of trees and alternate meanings, none of which is a happy ending.