Shadowgate

Emerging onto fine dirt, you struggle to rise to your feet against the heavy brambles blurring your view.

Relentlessly pushing forward, adrenaline courses through you as thorns prick your flesh in the harrowing twilight. Breaking through the twisted vines, you stumble out, nearly tripping over your boots.

Casting your gaze forward, you behold a heavy forest dripping with the morning dew. You tremble, birds whistling in the branches high above.

Through your cries, you fall to your knees. Arching your back, you unleash a roar of triumph towards the leaves above. Dripping wet with remains, you let yourself lapse onto the warm soil beneath you.
End Of Story