An endless trail
The trail of footprints was like a snake, winding in a crisscross manner, disappearing and reappearing in unexpected places. The footprints went on and on, leading the family deeper into the heart of the woods. The sun was slowly descending, casting long shadows that danced with their every move. The sounds of the forest were getting louder, a wild orchestra that sent chills down their spines.
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