A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

The moonbeams struggled to pierce the thick canopy overhead as I trudged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every rustle of leaves sent a shiver down my spine, and the air hung heavy with the sickly scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon obscured by vines that clawed at my clothes. I could feel eyes watching me from the shadows,