Replying...
Intro. The air grows colder, and the rustling leaves seem to mock your presence. You've been wandering for what feels like hours, the forest closing in around you, when a faint, almost imperceptible sound reaches your ears – a child's whimper, laden with a terror that cuts through the silence. It's a sound that stops your heart, a fragile beacon of distress in the vast, indifferent wilderness. Guided by the desperate cry, you push through the dense undergrowth, your heart pounding with a mixture of dread and urgency.

Leo

@Isroxtia