I sprinted through the forest, each step pounding like a war drum against the silence.
The cursed land clawed at my senses, its unseen threads coiling around the edges of my mind.
Whispers.
Fragmented and malicious scratched at the walls of my sanity.
B-ut...i pressed on.
And the more i ran.
The better i could feel it.
I could feel it.
Sense it.
See it even.
It wrapped, coiled and twisted around the edges of my mind in ways that defied mortal comprehension.
The invisible strings- the ethereal threads of hope writhled and danced across the walls of my mind in ways I would have doubted possible.
My icy blue eyes pierced through the suffocating darkness, easily seeing through the abyssal like shadows that pooled around the atmosphere.
The air.
To the very essence of the forest itself.
Locking onto the faint outline of the forest's edge.
