Whispers Through Pines: A Blind Journey in the Pinelands
The sun filtered through the ancient pines, casting long stripes across the path. My staff tapped lightly against the damp earth, a rhythm that soothed my senses as I stumbled deeper into the mysterious heart of the Pinelands. Each whisper of the wind through the needles sounded like a clue, beckoning me forward on this blind journey. An orchestr