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Deep black forests of long forgotten days
Around 900 AD in what is now Norway:
In front of me was a bright blue lake shrouded in thick fog. I could barely make out the opposite shore, but thought I recognized a small settlement. Visibly relieved, hoping for a warm place to sleep and a small meal, I continued my arduous hike through the dense forest. I had been walking through this impenetrable sea of firs and spruces for days, but the end of my journey finally seemed within reach. This forest was unlike any I had ever seen before or would ever see again. Dense, old conifers everywhere I looked. The ground was covered in green moss and the sun rarely made its way through the thicket. I oriented myself along the barely recognizable shoreline of the lake and continued my odyssey. I imagined I could already smell the smoking chimneys of the village, so I was on the right track. Many hours after I first saw the settlement from a distance, the forest slowly thinned out. It couldn't be far now, the anticipation was growing. The smoke in my nose grew stronger and stronger, and I could already make out the village boundary in the distance. After days of martyrdom, I finally left the last tree behind me and the village lay before me, burnt down and deserted.
Mesterverk.
In front of me was a bright blue lake shrouded in thick fog. I could barely make out the opposite shore, but thought I recognized a small settlement. Visibly relieved, hoping for a warm place to sleep and a small meal, I continued my arduous hike through the dense forest. I had been walking through this impenetrable sea of firs and spruces for days, but the end of my journey finally seemed within reach. This forest was unlike any I had ever seen before or would ever see again. Dense, old conifers everywhere I looked. The ground was covered in green moss and the sun rarely made its way through the thicket. I oriented myself along the barely recognizable shoreline of the lake and continued my odyssey. I imagined I could already smell the smoking chimneys of the village, so I was on the right track. Many hours after I first saw the settlement from a distance, the forest slowly thinned out. It couldn't be far now, the anticipation was growing. The smoke in my nose grew stronger and stronger, and I could already make out the village boundary in the distance. After days of martyrdom, I finally left the last tree behind me and the village lay before me, burnt down and deserted.
Mesterverk.
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