WASD to move
The air bites thick with rot and whispers. Every gnarled branch claws at your resolve, every shadow twists into teeth. You don’t just walk here—you fight. Navigate unseen threats coiled beneath moss, claw through veils of thorns that bleed light and logic. Swamp pits gulp your boots; ancient trees shift to cage you. Trust nothing, not even the ground. Listen sharper. Move faster. Burn every shred of grit to outwit the forest’s hunger—it wants your bones as trophies. Survive isn’t a goal. Escape is the only prayer.
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