A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

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