AN OMINOUS TREK THROUGH BLINDS STRAND

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