
The Whispering Pines
By d.ama.r.i.koh.en

08 May, 2024

The traveler, a solitary figure, ventured deeper into the forest, his footsteps muffled by the undergrowth.

He felt a chill run down his spine as a gust of wind rustled the leaves, whispering secrets only the forest knew.

Stumbling upon an ancient altar, the traveler felt a surge of curiosity and dread intertwine.

He reached out to touch the worn stone, feeling the cold seep into his skin, and the forest fell eerily silent.

Suddenly, the shadows began to move, revealing eerie creatures with glowing eyes, their whispers growing louder.

The traveler stood frozen as they circled him, their whispers filling his mind with images of times long past.

A heavier silence fell over the forest as the unseen presence revealed itself, watching him with a chilling gaze.

The traveler felt a cold dread settling in as the entity continued to gaze at him, its intentions unknown.

The entity spoke, its voice echoing through the forest, filling the air with a sense of ancient power and wisdom.

'You have awakened us, traveler. We have been silent for centuries, but you have given us a voice again.'

Surrounded by the creatures and the entity, the traveler nodded, accepting his newfound fate.

As the forest settled, the traveler knew he was no longer alone. The forest and its ancient secrets had claimed him.