A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

The pale glow struggled to pierce the chilling canopy overhead as I slogged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every creak 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 lost by creepers that clawed at my clothes. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shad