Drained- Descriptive Story

I switched on my flashlight. I didn’t know what to expect as I entered the murky forest. The only other source of light came from the bright full moon. The air was wet and thin, it smelled like a swamp. I didn’t like to admit it but I was afraid.
‘Come on Ivy, if you ever want to get out of this place you have to make it to the wormhole on the other side,’ I reassured himself.
I pointed my flashlight to the ground to see where I was going. An old looking path lead my way. As I went in deeper, light became more and more faint. I looked up and could barely see the, what was once so bright, moon. Massive tree branches stretched over such a great area above me, it made me wonder how such a tree could balance it all. They tangled into each other making it almost impossible to tell which branches belonged to which tree. They were dark, perhaps in the middle stages of rotting.
The trunks were colossal. It would take at least four people with their arms stretched out to surround ...