7 Nyctophobia 4yr

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It has been a week since I have seen the sun. Since I have felt the warmth of the light of day, and as each hour passes I can feel my mind falling deeper into madness, the cold clutches of Insanity dragging me down into it's dark waters. The anxiety of the unknown feasts upon me before the true horrors take their turn. The forest has changed, I am unsure how but what once was peaceful and pure has now been overrun by malice, corrupting the forest to the very ground. I am certain this is not an effect of the darkness, the trees... they whisper, their roots beckon for nourishment as the sun has turned away from it's children abandoning them to rot away, the world blind to their suffering. As time goes on they begin to strengthen and I now have yet to hear life around me, where there once was an ecosystem now lived a cemetary the roots contort themselves, choking out the life that once was, I need to escape before I am next, as they grow stronger I grow less confident in my ability to sleep. My dreams filled with their calls as if they've gained sentience, possessed by the anger and yet their cries echo with loneliness. They have been abandoned by the one that helped them grow as the