The atmosphere around Sahi was still thick with an oppressive silence. The cold, dry winds howled through the lifeless plain, making the dead trees rustle faintly. Yet, the storm’s roar still echoed in Sahi’s ears. Suddenly, a faint sound cut through the still air—an indistinct whisper, as if someone were speaking from the shadows. But no one was near.
Sahi shivered as his heart began to race. The sound of breaking branches in the distance and the wind only added to his unease, but none of these sounds felt natural. The pressure in the air grew heavier as he moved forward, sensing that he was in an unknown space where not just his body, but his very soul was in danger. Then, another crackling sound echoed from among the dry trees, closer now, the same unintelligible whisper calling to him.
Anxiety tightened its grip on him. The storm intensified, as though a malevolent force was trying to prevent his entry. The mysterious whispers continued, drawing him toward danger. These sounds were like cries from the depths of darkness, pulling him further into the nightmare he was trapped in.
Sahi felt as if he was about to succumb to an overwhelming force. Something in the desolate plain was waiting for him, and he was slowly being lured deeper into its snare.