text based video game style, no graphics, detailed descriptions, choice driven as the moon plunges into the depths of a foreboding twilight, a lone figure stumbles forth from the churning vortex of a haunted forest. dressed in tattered, rust hued robes that seem to be slowly devouring their form, they appear as a specter of dread against the twisted backdrop of dead, blackened trees. a circlet of jagged, silver tipped thorns encircles their brow, pulsating with a malevolent energy that seems to draw the very darkness of the forest towards them. their eyes burn with an inner terror, as if fueled by the screams of the damned and the weight of unspeakable terrors. a staff, its surface etched with maddening, crimson runes, is clutched in their trembling hand, channeling the raw power of fear and despair. the air around them distorts, as if reality itself recoils in horror at their presence. with each faltering step, the trees seem to writhe and twist, revealing hidden terrors and unseen horrors. their destination looms before them, shrouded in an aura of dread anticipation, as the very fabric of sanity trembles in response to their approach.