Thorn

Thorns everywhere; wooded lands full of darkness, anticipation, darkness. No where to go, no where to hide. Unnoticable holes scattered about, one step and it could be over. One step and you may encounter agony. You cannot see, the world is unheard, the motion of feeling is only available to you. What to do, what to do. With temperatures decreasing by the minute, the forest thickening--time is running out.