Cinema Cadence 58: Folk Horror (Part Two)

I'm still stuck out in the woods. It is getting dark. The earth rumbles beneath my feet, not like a quake, but as if it is breathing. I can feel the fear swelling within me, but the sounds of the rustling vines consume me. My brain no longer feels like it is a part of this place. I can feel one thousand years. I can see one thousand faces. I have become entranced by the growing hum of the creeks. I long to be in them. My skin has become moss. My eyes have become bark. There is nothing left but for me to allow my body to return to Gaia. Please, don't take this away from me. I can't claw at the dirt anymore. I can't howl at the moon anymore. I have finally become what it has always expected me to be, and that is....