The escape had become unbearable. The wound on his left leg was bleeding uncontrollably, leaving behind a trail of pain and fear. Limping through the trees of the forest, Dario felt his breath shallow and his heart pounding in his chest.
He was almost exhausted when he caught sight of a small cave covered with thick vegetation. Curiosity and the instinct for survival urged him to venture inside. The sunlight quickly vanished, making way for a dark and unsettling atmosphere.
He collapsed on the cold, damp ground of the cave, weary and delirious. Sleep took him by surprise, leading him on a journey through the depths of his mind. A distorted dream unfolded before him, weaving reality and fantasy into a hallucinatory experience.
In the dream, darkness enveloped him like a shroud of shadows. Strange and unsettling beings danced in the dark, evanescent and menacing. Dario felt fear rise like a raging river, pulling him into a whirlpool of terror.
With a start, he opened his eyes, but reality was crueler than his delirium. The wound on his leg continued to ache, yet his gaze was drawn to a sinister shadow. A man was pointing a rifle at his head…
A roar…
Silence…
Hope in the ethereal light, it still existed…