I’m jolted awake by something that makes me shoot upright with disoriented panic, and I have no idea where I am or what’s going on. I was so caught up in a dream of being home, safe in bed, only to be jerked awake in a cold, pitch-black, damp bush with eerie noises and screeching all around me.
It’s like being dunked into icy water, a shock to the system, and I sit still and afraid as I try to adjust to sight and sense. The forests feel alive, and I haul my dropped hessian bag to my face and utter my spell of safety and veiled cover. Needing it as my only shield while trying to get my bearings.
Noise from every angle, movement, and chaos seems to fall around me, amplified by the deep darkness and the lack of visuals. Rustling, cracking… it seems like even the floor is alive, and I'm awar
