A JOURNEY THROUGH SHADOWS: A BLIND JOURNEY IN THE PINELANDS

The pale glow filtered through the gnarled pines, casting long silhouettes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the yielding earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the uncharted heart of the Pinelands. Each rustle of the wind through the needles sounded like a clue, beckoning me forward on this blind journey.