The woods are dense and dark. Every sound, explosively loud. tree branches closing in. They begin to form faces, deceased. Walking, surrounding, locking me. World forming into darkness. life ceases to exist outside of the forest. A man departs sticks clearing his way, “what are you doing here, this is my home.” His smile, sending shivers. Goosebumps quaking down marks arms, body shaking, twigs snapping.
Raise your voice, open your mind, unlock your imagination
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