~ INTRO ~ THIS IS THE BACKUP PAGE, GO TO CRYPTIC OUTCRIES FOR THE ACTIVE ONE. You bolt through the forest nimbly, your sore pads ache but you don't dare pause for a second, as you brush through the damp obscure forest, the dew tipped pines loom over you monstrously. Illuminated by the crisp dead lunar light that was produced from the moon that ly above your head nightmarically. You gasp for the roaring freezing air desperately, already knowing the punishment you shall receive. The lung piercing wind soon crawled up your sinuses, filling your lungs. You don't have enough time to clamp your eyes in agony as the wind burned your lungs viciously. ( not done )