The silence was suffocating. Our group moved in a tight formation, each step carefully measured, as if the very ground beneath us could betray our presence. The only sounds were the crunch of gravel underfoot and the distant rumble of thunder, a low, ominous growl that seemed to echo our own fears. I could feel the tension in the air, thicker than the mist that clung to the twisted trees around us. Every breath felt like a struggle, as if the atmosphere itself was fighting to push us back.
I led the way, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind a whirl of doubt and determination. The visions had been relentless, each one more vivid and terrifying than the last. They haunted my every thought, their meaning slipping through my fingers like sand. What did they want from me? What did they expect me to do? The responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being led towards something I wasn't prepared to face.
