AN OMINOUS TREK THROUGH BLINDS STRAND

The moonbeams struggled to pierce the dense canopy overhead as I trudged deeper into Blinds Strand. Every creak 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 veiled by thickets that clawed at my arms. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shadows,