This section of the path is less swampy, the earth here is more tightly packed. All around you, the children's voices grow louder. They seem to chant now rather than sing.

He is running through the f

To rest his head within the b

She is d

Hang her tightly by her neck

See a shadow, hear the thud.

Hear the silence, see your blood.

As the trail opens up into a large clearing, you make out two diverging paths ahead. To your right, there is a sign post with a broken wooden horse resting at its base. To your left, a dense fog that prevents you from seeing what lies beyond.