đť—˘ak shadows swallow the thin path where footsteps falter.
Moonlight fractures over frozen leaves, hiding what moves beneath.
đť—ˇight breathes slow and watchful, ears tuned to snapping twigs.
In the hush, the river whispers secrets older than memory.
đť—”lone, the wolf slips between trunks, ghostlike and silent.
Vines twist around broken stones, snagging what lingers.
đť—śn the distance, a howl pierces the blackened canopy.
Narrow trails vanish under tangled roots and creeping mist.
đť—–inders of old fires smolder where men once sought warmth.
Icy winds carry the scent of fear and freedom.
đť—§he forest exhales, closing around the wanderer.
Again, the creature moves, eyes glinting under moonlit boughs.
đť— oments stretch into eternity between branches and shadows.
Old paths are swallowed, leaving only instinct to guide.
đť—Ąoots and stone claim the night; nothing remains but the chase.
