I was wandering around in my old neighborhood and encountered a large, beautiful evergreen forest with a slightly eerie and mystical vibe. I wondered how I could have lived in the area for so long without discovering that place, and started to wander inside. It didn't seem like a typical forest in the South, which are usually dense, humid and full of buzzing and chirping -- this one was sparser and quieter, more tranquil, like a forest up north. As I wandered deeper, I started getting the feeling I wasn't supposed to be there and that I was entering a place full of secrets. What actually happened next was strange but also strangely anticlimactic: I came across a giant, tattered Book of Mormon (at least 2.5 feet long and a foot across) that was hanging from the high tree branch that its pages were wrapped around. Then I noticed a couple walking their dog coming towards me. They said they'd gotten lost and asked for the way out, and I pointed the way. They looked at the huge copy of the religious text on the tree, looked puzzled, and remarked on how random and strange it was. I continued walking, encountering more copies of the Book of Mormon, some of the strewn across the forest floor, and one book with large Hebrew letters on the cover, which I assumed was also a religious text.