Underneath the trees, the light lessens considerably. Here and there a few sunbeams slip through the thick foilage to dapple the ground. The cacophany of birdsong is undeniably beautiful.
As you move farther into the forest, however, the sounds fade rapidly. Soon silence is all that surrounds you except for the occasional skittering of a frightened animal. Instead of being unnerving, the silence is blessed and the comforting presence of the trees leaves you feeling at peace and calm.
You don't even notice the Grove until you step into it. The ferns of the forest grow a bit thicker here. Towards the center of the Grove rests an old stone slab, worn smooth with time and half covered in moss. Nearby is a hollow tree with a bit of ivy grown up its side.