The forest's whisper

In a dark and eerie forest, a lone figure emerged, their form tall and lithe, with glowing green eyes that pierced the shadows. The air crackled with anticipation as they moved with a fluid grace, revealing a heavily flaccid penis beneath torn, bloodstained clothing. The forest floor, littered with debris, seemed to recoil from their presence. Their face was gaunt, almost anorexic, yet exuded a strange allure. The atmosphere was thick with tension, as if the very earth itself waited for the next move.