I've been altering the numbers for days, making that path unfeasible.
With each modification, I relive that night.
Several almost transparent shadows emerged from the forest and stood watching me.
They flapped their wings slowly, like a silent plea, while spectral tears streamed down their blurred faces.
At first I thought they were just moths attracted by the lantern light, until they came closer... and I realised my mistake.
Those eyes as black as the darkest night, those mouths opening in a mute scream, those wings that didn't belong to this world.
Since then, I alter the plans so that no one else will awaken their wrath again.