The Haunted Forest

The air was thick with an unnatural heaviness as we made our way deeper into the forest. The trees seemed to loom larger, their twisted branches intertwining above us, forming a canopy that blocked out what little light remained. The darkness wasn't just around us—it felt like it was seeping into my very bones. Each step forward was met with a rising tension, as if the forest itself was watching, waiting for us to make a wrong move.

I could sense the unease in the others. No one spoke, but the weight of our recent trials hung heavy in the silence. The ancient ruin had revealed so much, yet left us with more questions than answers. Visions of the past, twisted and dark, had invaded our minds, and even now, they clung to the edges of my thoughts like shadows I couldn't quite shake off.