0 Macbeth setting

Crisp leaves shriek and shiver in a cold rush of agony and pain. The crystal moon squeezes its plump self through tiny spaces between the pencil thin trees. Sequin stars shimmer in glory, as the crowd of rocks stare in utter amazement. Swiftly, the azure river rushed through, bathing in the illuminated light, emphasizing the darkness. All became silent as the wind howls in fury and the forest etches away, afraid, as it circulates the labyrinth of death. Blood stains the marsh ground like a permanent stamp and no one is safe... Deadly snakes coil around crackling branches, advancing in eerie sounds like miserable spirits. The deceiving path whispered, tempting victims...