01/21/2026
The forest went silent the moment it stepped closer.
No wind. No insects. No birds.
Just the sound of slow breathing somewhere between the trees. You saw it only in pieces at first — an eye, a limb, a shape that didn’t belong. Then it fully emerged, tall and wrong, watching without blinking. It wasn’t chasing you. Not yet. Predators like this don’t rush. They wait until panic turns your legs weak. Until every direction feels wrong. Somewhere behind you, a branch snaps — and you realize it’s already too late.
