[Time Left: 30 Days, 7 Hours]
"Fshuuuuuuuu... youuuuuuu..."
As exhaustion tugged at the edges of my consciousness, I welcomed the solace of sleep.
However, almost as soon as I closed my eyes, a haunting symphony of whispers began to weave its way into my mind.
"Dooooo.... tooooooooo..."
Soft and elusive at first, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, they soon grew more insistent, their voices intertwining in a disconcerting chorus.
"Soooooo cooooooooollllld"
I turned onto my side, trying to escape their grasp, but the whispers persisted.
They seemed to echo from the very fabric of the forest itself. Each attempt to drift into slumber was thwarted by their persistent presence, and frustration gnawed at the edges of my consciousness.
"Giveeeeeeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiittttt..."
