Ok-call me crazy-but the festering, even sound of bloodthirsty, slobering, growling monsters I can't see actually comforts me. Don't ask why. Because I myself dont know. I felt a tree in front of me and hoisted myself up onto a low branch. The birds sung softly and ants and other bugs were busy at work doing whatever they wanted or needed to do.
Now I know what you're thinking: what the HELL is a freaking blind guy doing out in the woods by himself with monsters he can't even see?
Well I think this back: I have my ways. Shut up and deal.