You cannot outrun the shadow that pursues you, for it is not merely the breath of fear but the relentless grasp of fate. The hunted may strain and struggle, every instinct screaming for survival, but the closer they flee, the tighter the shadow's embrace. In the endless chase, dread finds its home, and the futility of escape becomes a bitter truth.
At first, hope is the prey's companion, a flickering flame in the darkness. With pounding heart and widened eyes, they dart and weave, believing escape within reach. Yet, with each desperate leap, the weight of inevitability grows heavier. The landscape blurs into a terrifying expanse, the mind a tempest of fear and exhaustion.
