She didn’t know how long it had been, the days seemed to run together. Months at least… perhaps longer. Here in the depth of the forest it’s fairly dark at all hours, making it difficult to tell time on a good day. In the light she watched the plants around her sway in the breeze, listened to the drip of the quiet rain, and the calls of the birds echoing in the trees. In the dark she watched the blackness, eyes ever open, the occasional glimpse of movement or misty revenants in the night no longer causing panic or fear. Nothing in the forest bothered her, for she was merely an object of stone, a part of the very forest now.

The weight of her form had steadily caused her to tilt in the soft ground of the mucky forest, listing sharply to one side. She might have tipped over had she not also partially sunk into the ground, her forehoof beneath the dirt anchoring her in place. Small plants had grown up around her, the clearing closing in from when she first entered… she could feel the weight of dirt and moss built up upon her back, and the squeeze of a thick flowing creeper which sprouted and twisted all around her like a tangling rope.

The serpent that had cast her into this state lay nearby, steadily becoming enshrouded more and more in plants. She hoped that it would vanish, maybe sink into the ground and leave her sight, she had grown weary of looking at the thing- and worried that it would trap anyone that ever came and found her.

If somepony ever came to find her, that was…

… before the forest claims her completely.