Dead leaves and animal bones crunch under foot in the part of the forest forever frozen in autumn. Sometimes, you might find a skeleton hanging half out of a tree, caught in a jagged mouth-like opening.

Perhaps it was nature getting revenge on those who had harmed it in life. What was that saying? Nature always wins.

The ravine  stretched from one end of the island to the other. Only one creature lived there, a creature with a particular diet. 

Humans.

An eye in place of a head, a mouth on the torso, blood stained skin that will not be cleaned.

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