a person walking through a foggy forest

The forest loomed like a dark cathedral, its towering trees clawing at the starless sky. Moonlight barely pierced the dense canopy, casting skeletal shadows that danced and twisted on the damp earth. The air was heavy, suffused with the acrid scent of decay and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Each step through the forest floor crunched unnaturally loud, as if the forest itself was listening, waiting. The distant echo of a branch snapping sent shivers down your spine--a sound too deliberate, too close.Somewhere ahead, a faint, sickly-green glow flickered, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. It called to you, though every instinct screamed to turn back. The trees seemed to close in behind you, their gnarled roots curling and shifting like claws. Whispers flitted through the air, indistinct yet insidious, promising truths you didn’t want to hear.Then came the sound--a low, guttural growl from the shadows, resonating deep in your chest. It wasn’t animal. It wasn’t human. And it was getting closer.