Petrified Forest

Jutting like crooked finger bones from beneath the sand are the remnants of a petrified forest. Wisps of gossamer hang from the aged boughs and the area is deathly silent. By the light of the pale desert moons, the reason for this curious stillness becomes clear. Ghostly dark spiders haunt the woods, seeking to snare the living in their ethereal webs. Once their weavings festooned the place, but they grow increasingly rare – and increasingly desperate – as the years roll by.