The wind rustles as rushing footsteps run through the dry leaves at the heart of the forest. He was catching his breath as he thumped his foot on the ground. The forest was full of everlasting tall trees with no sight of safe ground. All he could see was an ever-lasting hallway for him to run and he could also hear the rustling wind that was chasing him. He already couldn't feel his feet running on the ground. He felt like he was running in the wind due to his pace and if anything hit him he was sure that he would stumble. It was a harsh wind, an icy wind that he did not want to be apart from.
Rugged and icy fog came out of his mouth as he took a breath.