Perception.

Tree.

A desolate plane where trees perform,
Roots dug deep in a mighty form.
Around the trees, a barren green that takes its shape,
With ancient signs to lead you to your escape.
Ease each step with cautious gain,
Unless you want to express a scream from a mighty pain,
There are creatures here with broken chains that remain,
Taking their time to drive you insane.
Hope no one finds this forbidden realm,
But if they do, then the trees shall speak and overwhelm.