Dense and impenetrable forests, carpeted with thousands of ferns up almost to your neck and immersed in shade even under the bright and warm sun of the south.
You will often find a brushwood that it is softer than the softest of carpets.
An impenetrable silence broken only by the rustles of leaves moved by the wind and the recalls of magpies or goshawks.

It is not surprising that the legends about these places have flourished in the number of the many mushrooms that sprout in autumn.

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