Unless you knew the pathway it would be increasingly difficult to find your way home. The trees had grown so tall, the roads covered in darkness and debris. The landmarks of old, fallen , or rusted away. Nothing a marker for the senses, just desolation and windows into the old world.
There was a civilization here once, and there are signs it was grand. Full of art, and life, and purpose. But also of disparity, hatred and greed.
And like all worlds before, it fell in due time, to be consumed again by nature. 

Alone with its thoughts.