AN OMINOUS TREK THROUGH BLINDS STRAND

The moonbeams struggled to pierce the chilling canopy overhead as I trudged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every rustle of leaves sent a chill down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the sweet scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon lost by creepers that clawed at my legs. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shadows