Your heart pounds at the walls of your chest, your pace quickens, your breath coming in short gasps. You deftly weave a path through the outstretched branches of the ancient giants, guarding over the once forgotten lands. The light around you begins to dim as you delve deeper and deeper into the forest, deeper and deeper into the once known, but now forgotten. You glimpse strange shapes from the corner of your eye, you smell ancient earth kicking up from your feet, you hear the grating call of the sasquatch shortening the distance behind you. Your pulse pounding at your temples, you realize too late, a root snakes across the forest floor. Your foot slides beneath. You tumble forward, no time to soften your fall, you land hard, crumpled across the leaf strewn ground. You lay silent, head spinning, your breath lost to the ether on impact. The ground thunders around you as the footfalls of the ancient beast gets closer and closer. You close your eyes, bracing for the end, when you realize the thunder is now coming from beyond you. The impacts growing lighter and lighter. You slowly regain your wits, your airways burning as you gasp for the taste of life. You look down and realize your good fortune. The beast didn’t notice you lying in the dirt! Thank goodness you wore your Allagash camo crewneck!