"I've been patient, Moland. It's just impossible!" Genevieve exclaimed angrily. Her voice sounded feeble in this terrifying forest. "We've been walking for hours, but we never find a way out! What's wrong with this forest?"
"I don't know either, young lady," Moland replied wearily. His face mirrored confusion and exhaustion. "I've tried to remember the directions and distances we've covered, but I can't find any patterns or consistency. This forest is truly strange and confusing."
Genevieve and Moland began to feel desperate, and the uncertainty that enveloped them grew stronger. They didn't know what to do next. All they could do was pray and hope for a miracle to help them escape the forest.
"Are we going to keep wandering aimlessly like this?" Genevieve asked wearily. "I don't know how much longer we can endure here," Genevieve continued to complain.
