![[Pasted image 20250424114805.png]] # Overview The Red Tangle is a twisted forest of petrified cacti and thorn-choked spires. Its blood-red hue gives the land its name, and its labyrinthine terrain ensures few leave the same way they entered—if they leave at all. Here, the wind moves like a whispering voice, and the sunlight bleeds crimson through the thorns. The land is tangled not just in shape, but in memory. People say it remembers you. Paths shift. Landmarks vanish. It's not uncommon for travelers to find carvings in the stone that match their own handwriting—or thorn growths shaped like faces they miss or fear. # Features - *The Spine Groves:* Rows of narrow, spine-covered stalks arranged like the ribs of a great beast. - *Bleeder Vines:* Thorned coils that pulse faintly with heat. If touched, they cling. - *Crimson Hollows:* Sunken pockets where time feels slower and the air weighs heavier. # Dangers - *Living Thorn Growths:* Some vines twitch when they think you're not looking. Others lash out with no warning. - *Natural Mazes:* Paths twist behind your back. It’s easy to get turned around even with markers. - *Emotional Projections:* People report hallucinations of voices or visions that pull from their own guilt, fears, or memories. # Reputation The Red Tangle is considered cursed ground. It’s avoided by traders and caravans unless absolutely necessary. Local stories claim it is _alive,_ that the thorns carry thoughts and drink from the heart. Some believe the Red Tangle is a place of penance—where the land forces you to confront what you’ve hidden. Others simply call it a deathtrap.