Ninety minutes in, you start to hear music.

After an hour and a half, you've almost completely stopped paying attention to your surroundings. Instead, you're idly picking at your fingernails waiting for your watch to be over, when you hear the sound of music start emitting from the forest around you. Some kind of wind instrument, playing a haunting tune with _something else _pressing in on the back of your mind, carried by the music.

You stand up to your feet, feeling lightheaded, like you're not really sure what's going on. You try to identify the source of the sound, but it seems to be coming from all around you.

A single word manages to pierce through the fuzz taking over your mind into your awareness. Panflute.

Fuck.

You think you can see a figure, or figures, on the edge of the clearing, but it's hard to tell what's real and what's not.