JOURNEY INTO THE PINELANDS: A BLIND MAN'S TALE

The humid air sat heavy with the more info scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a calculated journey, guided by the echo of his cane tapping against the forest floor. His eyes, though closed, were intensely aware of the world around him, a tapestry woven from sound and texture. The whispers amongst the leaves, the rustle of unseen creatures