[0:00 – 0:15] (Distorted whispers, overlapping layers)
“You left the trail...
You stepped off the path…
Now it breathes you in.”
(low-frequency rumble begins)
[0:16 – 0:30]
In the dark where light can’t cling,
Something moves, a towering thing.
Four limbs stretch across the pine,
Jaw unhinges down the spine.
[0:31 – 0:44] (Voice starts glitching, words repeat, fragment)
B̷̗̿í̶͈g̷̢͒g̸̢͝e̷̙͋r̷̻̈́ ̸̲͐t̸̪͆h̷͖͝á̷͜n̶͕͆ ̸̠̈́t̷͙̐r̴͈̈́e̶͙͝e̵͚͒s̷̺̋...
B̵̰͘e̶̛̪n̷͎̕t̴̨͝ ̸̖̈́l̷̯̄i̵̯͆m̴͎͋b̶͈́s̷͎͊…
It sees — no — smells — no — knows
W̶h̶e̸r̵e̵ ̷y̸o̷u̸ ̵h̸i̸d̸e̴.̸
[0:45 – 1:00] (Heavy ambient tone, layered with breathing and glitching ambient textures)
Teeth like stone, it bites the light,
Swallows screams that fade from sight.
Built for dark, it doesn't run —
It waits. It lingers. You're already done.
[1:01 – 1:15] (Broken lullaby melody, like a child’s music box from deep in the woods)
“W̷e̴ ̷s̴a̸i̸d̴ ̴n̶o̴ ̶l̵i̶g̸h̶t̶s̴…̷ ̷n̸o̵ ̷s̶o̴u̷n̷d̶s̷…̴
It lives in stillness. It loves when you’re loud…”
[1:16 – 1:34] (Spoken, deepened and reversed once, then forward)
You thought you were lost.
You were found.
It doesn’t mimic.
It doesn’t hunt.
It waits.
(Snap. Silence. Then soft, broken echo: “No one finds you…”)