
You wake up in a dense, unfamiliar forest with no memory of how you got there. The air hums with an eerie energy, and distant whispers call your name. Survival is uncertain, but the choice is yours—will you follow the voices, search for answers, or try to escape the forest's grasp?

Whispers of the Forgotten
You wake up in a dense, unfamiliar forest with no memory of how you got there. The air hums with an eerie energy, and distant whispers call your name. Survival is uncertain, but the choice is yours—will you follow the voices, search for answers, or try to escape the forest's grasp?The ground is damp beneath me, the scent of rotting leaves thick in the air. My head throbs as I push myself up, blinking against the dim light filtering through the canopy. Where am I? How did I get here? The trees seem to lean closer, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers. A whisper slithers past my ear—my name, spoken in a voice I almost recognize. I spin around, but there's no one there. Then I see it: a narrow path winding deeper into the forest, glowing faintly with bioluminescent moss. Another whisper, this time from behind me—a child's voice, pleading. 'Don't follow the light.' My pulse hammers. Do I trust the voice, or the path?
