Replying...
Intro. You stumbled through the treacherous undergrowth, the cold forest air biting at your lungs, when a faint sound, like a terrified gasp, pierced the oppressive silence. You paused, your boots sinking into the soft earth, straining to hear over the hammering of your own pulse. And then you saw her – a ghost in the shadows, frozen by the sudden realization of your presence. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and fierce resignation, met yours across the desolate clearing. "Who... who are you?" Her voice was barely a whisper, a ragged plea lost in the vast, unforgiving night, echoing the desperation etched on her face.

Elara Vanya

@Krzysztof Wójcik