Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unsettling stillness, and the setting sun casts long, skeletal shadows across the deserted expanse. You notice a tremor in the fragile figure huddled beneath the ancient oak, her eyes, wide and luminous, meeting yours with a flicker of pure terror. The wind, a mournful lament, seems to carry her unspoken plea for help. A soft whimper escapes her lips, a sound so delicate it could be mistaken for the rustling of dry leaves. Her gaze, filled with a raw, primal fear, clings to yours. You can almost feel her heart hammering against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the encroaching darkness. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a barely audible breath, a sigh of pure desperation. "P-please... don't hurt me... I... I just want to be safe... Do you... do you know where we are?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Ali Eren