Drawing this art I came up with a little story.

A man was standing near the forest. He looked about 40 years old. He is dressed in a brown, loose shirt. A jacket of some kind of wool is thrown over the top. There was a rucksack on his back, and he must have gone a long way with everything he needed. The trousers were warm and loose. Boots with undercoat.
Next to him stood a boy in the same clothes and a backpack. In his hands was a branch from a tree, perhaps on the way from a long road, the child's curious hands found it.
"Now, son, we are going to step on the path of the great and well-known forest. Be very careful and don't think anything bad. Don't show your fear,everything will be fine. - said the man and taking the boy by the hand went into the thick, forest thicket.
The forest was filled with magic. The trees were dark brown or bluish in color. Spring has already overtaken the forest and the snow is beginning to melt. The local inhabitants Wake up, the flowers bloom and the pollen seems to Shine, beckoning with a fragrance.
-Why is this forest filled with magic and it looks scary ? The boy asked quietly.
"This forest isn't intimidating at all. Look, it's home to someone, like this moth. A brown butterfly with glowing wing tips flew to the bright Bud.
"There is a spirit in this forest. Soligor Burnore. This spirit gives it its magic, which supports the local ecosystem. This Creator is very strong and cannot be killed. Just sharpen it and weaken it with magic stronger than it is. He's not evil, even if he looks scary. This creature is very clever. It helps lost travelers if it sees fit. Not everyone can see it. Everything depends on your motives, if they are good, then you do not pose a threat to him and his house and you will be free, and if not, then the magic will envelop you in the most terrible corners of the forest.
The boy flinched at the last words, but then he turned his gaze to the blades of grass breaking through the snow, the powerful trunks of trees that towered so high above his head.
-As the legends say, once a young boy committed evil by killing a unicorn and brewed a potion from its horn, drank it and gained incredible power. He wanted to cause a lot of trouble to be noticed. After all, he was an ordinary blacksmith, his family was poor and he lost hope. It wasn't the best thing to do, you stupid boy. Magic, having imprisoned the spirit, he was insanely happy. The forest began to rot and all living things began to die. As a result, the guy did not live long. His body was very weak and unable to withstand the pressure of dark magic, he died. The beast broke free, and returning to the forest all again revived him . Thus, you can understand that only he is able to support the forest.
They went on and on. Did you get lost, as for me we were walking exactly on the path, the man thought. At that moment, there was a creaking of branches from behind, and a rustling of bushes. The sounds stopped. We turned around, but it was only a small furry animal that ran away so quickly. When we turned around, we saw him. Creator himself. Before I could see it clearly, its dark fur and the long-lasting glow from its eyes disappeared in the opposite direction. Pushing aside the bushes with our hands, we saw the exit from the forest. Bright light hit us in the face.
"So we're on the other side. Well, let's continue our journey. The man pushed the child forward. The boy turned and felt that they were looking at him through the bushes. He smiled and felt a sense of inner calm as he followed his father.