The path slips between skeleton trees and vanish into the wall of silent mist where a single oak keeps watch like a forgotten sentinel. The force exhales a slow cold breath that erases the world beyond the eyes view. What remains in the path of the fog is the feeling of something stepping off the trail behind you.
The path slips between skeleton trees and vanish into the wall of silent mist where a single oak keeps watch like a forgotten sentinel. The force exhales a slow cold breath that erases the world beyond the eyes view. What remains in the path of the fog is the feeling of something stepping off the trail behind you.