A trip to woods lovely, dark, and deep.

Somewhere - most probably Europe - were men and women in robes chanting in some sort of dead, gibberish, and forgotten language of the past as they enveloped around the trunk of a large and fallen tree. Fires had wrapped around each and every one of the surrounding trees before they reached the largest stump, rising in a tornado-like fashion and vanished into smoke to show that the stump had become a tree once more which was as thick as the base had suggested and was the tallest, laying at the center.

One of the men had turned to his peers.

"Brothers and sisters, our dear forest lives, breaths, and protects itself. Whoever may want to harm or exploit these wood, then they will feel the exploitation of such majesty done on them and they will see their hypocrisy batter them."

All of them cheer silently, either through gestures or with no indication at all. Decades later, folktales have made the location famous enough to dissuade most people. But a studio weren't like most people.