In the heart of the forest, shadows linger.
Trees tower like ancient giants, their bark rough and worn.
A thick fog blankets the ground, swallowing footsteps.
The air is heavy, filled with unspoken fears.

A distant howl echoes, breaking the silence.
It carries tales of lost souls wandering, searching.
Moonlight filters through the branches, casting eerie shapes.
Each flicker of light dances with the darkness, teasing.

A path lies ahead, twisted and narrow.
It beckons the brave, or perhaps the foolish.
With every step, uncertainty grows, a weight on the chest.
The night whispers secrets, some too heavy to bear.

In the stillness, time...