Each rustle of the leaves sounds like a whisper...
You are flat on your face on the forest floor and have no way home. Everything about this area feels a bit... strange. The more you look around... the more oddities you discover.
There seems to be nothing but dirt and death all around!
interact with things... you might find secrets!!!
from rot to mold im covered in decay!
yet even death has a pulse in its own strange way,
although im not alive... im still so full of life!
Maggots writhe under my skin,
And feast throughout the night!
Each rustle of the leaves sounds like a whisper...
