We see the trees to the left and to the right, as we move through the forest. We’re entering a mist. It starts to swallow everything around. The trees, the plants, they all are covered with white, damp mist. It’s cold. We see that the night is coming. We’re moving forward. A piercing scream blends with the sound of the forest - the wind, the cracking of trees. The vision gets darker. We’re entering deeper, into the pitch black.
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