Alan Orion La lluvia

As you stood there shivering under the tree, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you. You had always been good at navigating your way through the woods, but something about this night felt different. The rain was coming down harder than you had ever seen before, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. You tried to remember the path you had taken to get to this spot, but the memory was fading fast.