A vast, eerie forest where towering trees are made entirely of gnarled blood orange branches, their translucent leaves dripping with thick, fragrant juice. The ground is soft and pulpy, squishing gently underfoot like fresh fruit. Above, an ominous crimson mist coils between the trees, carrying the scent of overripe citrus and something almost electric. Strange, bioluminescent fruit hangs heavily from the branches, their interiors glowing with swirling, liquid light. Occasionally, one bursts open with a soft pop, releasing glowing firefly-like seeds that drift through the dense air. The deeper into the forest one goes, the more reality seems to bend, as if the trees themselves are whispering secrets in the language of ripening fruit. blood orange style