A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

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