AN OMINOUS TREK THROUGH BLINDS STRAND

The moonbeams struggled to pierce the dense canopy overhead as I slogged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every snap of leaves sent a chill down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the stale scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon lost by creepers that clawed at my clothes. I could feel eyes watching me from the shadows, their