( ahem... the title was in no way inspired by an old song from The Fray... >.>  but it does fit the plot summary we created ^^ )<br/><br/>It as an illusion powered by a dormant force centuries, ages old even. The forest was very real and extremely dense.  So much so, one cold barely walk five feet in without some sort of tool to hack away at the brush.  There were rumors of people getting lost and never coming out, yet it was unknown how they could get in to begin with. the forest allowed passage to some and denied others , yet an even more mysterious part of the myth was that there was a house deep in the forest.  A massive estate that sat nestled in the middle of the nearly two hundred acre sprawl of land just shy of city limits.<br/><br/>The wind god rested here. his lithe form draped on a chaise in the center most room, as if he'd just laid down to rest moments ago and not eons. Everything about the males body was pale and void of color save his red eyes, but the dazzling rubies were closed, possibly forever.  The white robe he wore was contrasted by the red sash about his was it and the whole image was more like a painting than an actual living entity.<br/><br/>Only descendants of the children of the wind could cross the borders of his land, but he had been forgotten twice over and his life, the solid being he was now, would wane to become the wind itself. No child of wind had set foot on the path to his home in forever. Naefuten was fading.