Whispers in the Woods

The path before you winds through ancient trees, their gnarled branches weaving patterns against the twilight sky. A chill wind whispers through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something... else. Something you can't quite name.

Your lantern casts flickering shadows that dance just beyond the edge of trust. The flame gutters suddenly, as if in warning. From deep within the forest, a sound—was that a voice? Or just the wind?

You know these woods are not what they seem. The villagers warned you not to come here after dark, but you had your reasons. Now, standing at the threshold of the unknown, you must decide: