Mudwalker

The sky was clear, an endless blue, broken only by a small airplane hovering like a silver dot over the wilderness. The pilot, a man named Erik, alone on board, felt the freedom of the skies. But suddenly, the engine coughed, a harsh, choking sound, before falling silent. The plane lost altitude, the horizon tilted, and Erik wrestled with the controls. Below, a dense forest emerged, the treetops like a green sea.