A SHADOWY DESCENT INTO BLINDS STRAND

The sunlight 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 stale scent of decay. The path was barely discernible, a winding ribbon veiled by creepers that clawed at my clothes. I could feel curiosity watching me from the shad