88. The Tenebrae

As you walk into a clearing, a sinking sensation fills your chest, and each beat of your heart adds to your unease. You look up to see the dreaded specters known collectively as the Tenebrae drifting slowly overhead. Sounds of life grow still under their shadow. You hear a near inaudible sound that claws at the edges of your perception, like a chorus of labored breaths, wheezing through a single narrow aperture.