The Whispering Wood

In the heart of the ancient wood, secrets are never buried deep enough.

Fear is a companion that never tires, a shadow that never fades.

She can hear it. The sound of something that shouldn't exist.

Every breath is a struggle. Every step a desperate prayer for dawn.

But in this dark and forgotten corner, the night is eternal,

and the hunger is real. In the end, the forest always claims what belongs

to the dark.