Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The moonlight filtered through the ancient pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that lulled my senses as I stepped deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a secret, beckoning me forward on this sensory journey.