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