When you zip past the thick forests in the south at night, you might feel as though you're being watched, as though the tree trunks around you are closing around you and your transportation in an effort to obscure your set path.
You might even see the Spirit that wander these woods, masked, clad in leaf and fur.
You might feel you will be left alone among the hardly-illuminated woods, in the cold, listening to the crackling of leafless dead branches in the night winds.