1 | The bridge broke, but the path continued across the mist.

The wooden planks creak beneath your feet, then silence. Before you, jagged splinters jut into the void where the bridge once continued. Yet strangely, the mist itself seems solid—a pale, swirling path hovering over the chasm below.

You hear distant whispers from the fog ahead. Behind you, the forest grows dark.

Do you trust the mist? Or turn back?