JOURNEY INTO THE PINELANDS: A BLIND MAN'S TALE

The humid air sat heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a deliberate journey, guided by the echo under his cane tapping against the forest floor. His eyes, though closed, were sharply aware of the world around him, a tapestry woven from sound and texture. The whispers amongst here the leaves, the rustle over unseen creatures,