Ethan walked deeper into the forest. Days passed by so quickly that he lost count. It had already been a week, but to him, it all felt like one long, never-ending day. The forest was thick, cold, and full of danger. Every morning, the air was chilly and damp, making his breath turn to mist. The trees around him were tall and twisted, their dark branches reaching out like claws. Sometimes, it felt like the forest was whispering to him in a strange language. He couldn't understand it, but he knew something—or someone—was always watching.
The forest felt endless. No matter how far he walked, it looked the same—thick bushes, dark shadows, and a sky covered by leaves. The sunlight only came through in tiny patches, and even then, it was weak. The light made strange shapes on the ground that sometimes tricked Ethan's eyes. He had to stay alert every second. One wrong move, and a hidden monster could end his journey in a flash.
