Ethan ventured deeper into the forest, the days blurring together as the dense wilderness consumed his every waking moment. For an entire week, his life was a relentless cycle of fighting, scavenging, and surviving. Each day began with the same cold, damp air, his breath fogging before him as he navigated the twisted paths of the forest. The towering trees, with their gnarled branches, seemed to whisper secrets in a language he could not understand, but he felt their presence all around him.
The forest was endless, or at least it felt that way. Every corner turned revealed more of the same: thick underbrush, creeping shadows, and the ever-present sensation of being watched. The sun, when it did manage to break through the thick canopy, barely warmed the earth below. The dim light cast strange patterns on the ground, making it difficult to tell what was real and what was a trick of the mind. Ethan had to stay vigilant—one moment of distraction could lead to his downfall.