The word “Woods” felt like a cold whisper in the growing darkness. Like a dim beacon, the “Campfire” glowed, offering faint comfort against the night. Then, the quiet promise of a “Sunrise” appeared on the horizon.
The word “Woods” felt like a cold whisper in the growing darkness. Like a dim beacon, the “Campfire” glowed, offering faint comfort against the night. Then, the quiet promise of a “Sunrise” appeared on the horizon.