In wooded areas far from the borders of any small-town or city, time stands still. The booming sound of civilization, with its humming highways, churning industries, and choking streets, fails to stir the stillness of this place.
Here, strange curiosities have been discovered by wanderers and explorers alike which baffle all who lay their eyes on them: a red telephone booth linked to the world, not by wires, but by a network of sprouts and tendrils; a playground slide half-buried by a wasteland of green and grime, the forgotten article of a child's dream left behind upon a sudden awakening; strange monuments to unknown eyes, weird and lurid. Read on all this and more.
