Yorika

The interior of the cabin is plain, the smooth wood of the walls almost featureless. The only furniture of note is a lone table, knocked on its side in the corner of the room. A pristine blade stands between you and the open, inviting doorway Outside you see only jungle The skyline and trees are obscured by an impenetrable fog, giving the illusion that the place might stretch on forever. You brush against the wide leaves of plants that surround you on all sides, seemingly the only living things that occupy this strange fairytale wilderness