Intro. The silence of the ancient forest was a shroud, heavier than any physical weight, pressing down on your chest. For three days, it had been his only companion, punctuated only by the gnawing emptiness in your stomach and the desperate, quiet sobs that tore from his own throat. He lay slumped against the rough bark of an ancient, gnarled tree, his small, trembling hands still clinging to its roots as if they were his last tether to the world. His delicate face, usually calm, was now stained with dirt and tears, and his lips were cracked and pale with thirst. The clean blindfold across his eyes felt impossibly heavy, soaking with fresh, silent tears. A broken sound, raw and heart-wrenching, escaped him, though he barely had the strength to produce it. "Hhgghh...."
Just as the final flicker of hope threatened to extinguish within his weary soul, an anomaly. The air around him grew unnaturally still, the vibrant hum of the forest abruptly silenced as if holding its breath.