The Gloomy Forest lay ahead of two snugzis, shrouded in a thick, purple fog that seemed to swallow the dim light around them. The twisted trees stretched high, their branches curling like bony fingers, casting dark shadows that danced across the ground. Strange, skittering sounds echoed from below, and the occasional flicker of movement in the corner of their vision kept them on edge.
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Beau adjusted the shimm...
