The following is an excerpt from an interactive fiction work. I apologize in advance for any strange formatting as this is meant to be played as an HTML file.
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The torch in your hand keeps the chill of night at bay, but not so much the darkness. Despite the blinding light directly in your eyes, a torch is only good for so far before the pitch darkness of the forest threatens to swallow you again.
Why did you decide to make the trek to the next village so late in the day? The thought of saving a few coins does dangerous things to a person’s head, but you made it this far before sunset, and it’s much too late to turn back now. Still, those stories the inn-keeper told you about strange disappearances start to play on your imagination, and it’s not long before you break into a cold sweat.
After what feels like days of dread filled progress, the tree canopy thins, and the full moon and stars bring partial respite to the suffocating darkness.
To the left and right paths, you can see that the trees thin even further.