As the darkness deepened, the camp became an eerie and foreboding place.
The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the trees as they swayed in the chilly wind.
The silence was palpable, and it seemed as though the entire forest was holding its breath.
The night air was colder than usual, sending shivers down anyone's spine who dared to venture outside.
The darkness was thick and suffocating, like a heavy blanket smothering everything in its path.
The stars were hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, making it impossible to see anything beyond the camp.
The absence of the beasts' cries was unsettling, as though they had all been silenced by some unknown force.
It was as though the forest had been drained of all life, leaving only the eerie silence in its wake.
Inside his warm room, Dravid slept soundly, unaware of the darkness that surrounded him.