The three siblings, Oliver, Faye, and Zelda, found themselves enveloped in a thickening fog as they ventured deeper into the Bloomsminster Forest. The forest seemed to transform into a labyrinth of twisted trees and tangled underbrush, making it increasingly difficult to find their way.
Oliver squinted ahead, trying to make out any semblance of a path. "This fog is making it nearly impossible to see where we're going," he muttered, his frustration mounting.
Faye skipped closer to Oliver, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Do you think we'll find a shortcut in the forest, Oliver?"
Zelda, the youngest of the trio, shivered and clung to her sister. "I don't like this fog. It feels... spooky."
Oliver glanced back at Zelda and sighed, realizing that he needed to keep a brave face for his sister
