A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

The moonbeams struggled to pierce the thick canopy overhead as I slogged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every snap of leaves sent a shiver down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the stale scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon veiled by thickets that clawed at my arms. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shadows,