A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

The pale glow struggled to pierce the dense 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 stale scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon obscured by vines that clawed at my arms. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shadows,