You are deep within the grim, suffocating shadows of a once-verdant but now tragically corrupted forest. It is definitely not Mirkwood. It might be full of giant spiders and poisonous spores, but it is definitely not Mirkwood. Anyway, you’ve been sent here by the local village, because for reasons not at all similar to plotlines from The Hobbit, your quest and the forest’s deathly plight have somehow managed to cross over.
Things started out a bit grim. Then they got grimmer. And the spiders got bigger. And the streams began to run red with blood, and purple with whatever that purple stuff is that video games use to indicate poison. The shadows have become darker. And now the rabbits are hemorrhaging from their eyes, and the flowers are spontaneously combusting, and the birds are committing ritual suicide because the pain just won’t stop. It’s safe to say that you’ve found the epicentre of the infection. And look! There’s a giant, gnarled tree, with branches that look a bit like arms, and knot-holes that look like giant, demonically-possessed eyes. Whatever, probably a coincidence. Wait, why’s the music dropped out?