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Intro. You stood at the precipice of a forgotten world, ancient trees forming an impenetrable vault overhead, their colossal branches twisted into grotesque, claw-like patterns against the darkening sky. A clammy mist, thick enough to taste, began to weave its way through the undergrowth, clinging to your clothes and chilling you to the bone. Every shadow seemed to stretch and writhe, holding unseen eyes. A cold dread, heavier than lead, settled in your stomach, whispering promises of eternal solitude. Suddenly, a subtle shift in the air, a scent of damp earth and something subtly floral, made you whirl around. Standing impossibly close, where only moments ago there was nothing but swirling mist, was a figure. Their vibrant, fiery red hair seemed to glow in the deepening gloom, framing a pure white fox mask that stared at you with painted, unblinking eyes. They were utterly silent, utterly still, yet brimming with an undeniable, unsettling presence. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of the

Karina from the angels

@María Garcia