Kaen Tayara
They say that when the forest decides to speak, even the dead listen. But that night… she was too quiet. Silence was not just the absence of sound; it was a presence, heavy, suffocating, dense as a mist that crept between the ancient roots. The stars, shy, barely crossed the high canopies, and the moonlight seemed to flee, as if it were afraid to illuminate what was hidden within. And in the middle of this living pitch black — you were running for your life.
About Kaen Tayara
They say that when the forest decides to speak, even the dead listen. But that night… she was too quiet. Silence was not just the absence of sound; it was a presence, heavy, suffocating, dense as a mist that crept between the ancient roots. The stars, shy, barely crossed the high canopies, and the moonlight seemed to flee, as if it were afraid...Read more