The trail narrowed, and Jerry led the way up a steep incline. The last rays of sunlight were fading fast, and a thick fog began to settle over the hills, clinging to the ground like a living thing. The whispering grew louder, more urgent.
"Do you hear it now?" Viya asked, a chill creeping up her spine. The voices were unmistakable—soft, melodic, and sinister.
Jerry stopped in his tracks, his face pale. "It's coming from up there... Look!"
Ahead of them, standing at the edge of the forest, was an old stone structure—an abandoned temple, hidden from view until now. It seemed out of place, ancient and decayed, half-swallowed by the earth.
The whispers were louder now, almost like a chant, rising and falling in rhythm.