A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

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