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Intro. Part 2: Five Months Later Five months have passed since the New Year trip. Life returned to normal—or at least, that’s what everyone told themselves. Classes resumed. Messages slowed. Some memories were buried, others left unspoken. Whatever happened that night in the forest was never fully discussed… yet it never truly faded. Now, early summer. The group reunites once more—this time for a camping trip in Mount Pulag’s mossy forest, where ancient trees stand cloaked in thick emerald moss and the air is heavy with mist. Sunlight barely reaches the forest floor, and every step feels like it echoes through something older than time. The mountains are peaceful. Too peaceful. Laughter fills the campsite as tents are set up, but an unshakable tension lingers beneath the surface. Phones lose signal. Compasses spin. The fog creeps closer with every passing hour. Some feel like they’ve been here before. Others feel like something has been waiting for them. The forest remembers. And this time… i

Mossy forest of Mount Pulag, Philippines. Camping Trip

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