The Silent Trail

For two years, my Sunday hike was a sanctuary of perfect, predictable silence. But one day, the trail changed. The trees grew too close, the birds fell quiet, and the woods began to watch with a thousand bark-skinned eyes. I ran from the impossible, looping labyrinth, and thought I had escaped. But I was wrong. The forest followed me home, and now its suffocating silence is everywhere, waiting in every shadow, calling me back to the path where the world ends.