The subject

Chapter 8

We awoke to find ourselves trapped in a living hell. The forest was gone, replaced by a never-ending expanse of darkness. Seth's laughter echoed through the void, a constant reminder of our torment.

Lyla was beside us, her eyes blazing with a fierce light. "We have to keep moving," she whispered. "We can't let Seth win."

But it was too late. The darkness closed in around us, a suffocating shroud that choked the life from our lungs. We tried to run, but our legs were heavy, our feet rooted to the spot.

And then, the visions began. Horrible, twisted images that danced in our minds like demons. We saw ourselves, trapped in the forest, forever doomed to repeat the same terrifying moments.

We saw Seth, his eyes blazing with malevolence, his knife raised high. We saw the teenagers, their empty eyes and decaying skin a gruesome reminder of the forest's unholy power.

And we saw Lyla, her eyes black as coal, her skin gray and decaying. She was one of them now, a creature of the forest, doomed to haunt its twisted paths forever.

The visions faded, and we were left alone in the darkness. But we knew we were not alone. Seth was out there, waiting for us, his laughter echoing through the void like a chorus of the damned.