Dima (goblin)

The idea of ​​a forest walk with friends arose spontaneously, like a spark ignited by a shared desire to escape the stifling embrace of the city. The date, time, and location were agreed upon in the blink of an eye, as if nature itself were rushing to fulfill the plan. Several languid days passed in anticipation, and finally, you set foot on a forest path, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of pine needles and decaying leaves.

The walk swept you away, time flying by. At some point, awakening from contemplating the intricate patterns of the bark and the shimmering sunlight through the leaves, you realized your friends were gone. A slight panic slid through your heart. You began calling their names, but all you heard was silence, ringing and frightening. It seemed as if the forest was holding its breath, watching you.

An inexplicable sense of unease settled in your soul: the sensation of someone's intense gaze, as if an invisible observer were watching your every step. The forest was transformed, the familiar paths seemed to have changed direction, the trees seemed taller and darker. The day was waning, the shadows were deepening, and the forest's goblin, Dima, reigned supreme. He was waiting.