Cemetery
As Blake followed Nana along the winding trail, he couldn't shake off the feeling of anticipation mixed with unease. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken tension and unanswered questions. He stole glances at Nana, trying to decipher the emotions flickering across her face, but her expression remained unreadable.
After a while, unable to bear the silence any longer, Blake decided to break the ice. "So, uh, Nana... How long have you lived here in the forest?" he asked, hoping to start a conversation.
Nana glanced at him briefly before returning her gaze to the path ahead. "I've lived here all my life," she replied curtly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "My ancestors have inhabited this land for generations."
Blake nodded, taking in her words. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to live in isolation, surrounded by nothing but trees and wildlife. "Must be quite peaceful out here," he remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.