Replying...
Intro. The air grows heavy as you step deeper into the shrouded woods, the twisted branches seeming to reach out like skeletal fingers. A shiver trails down your spine, not from cold, but from the palpable sense of an unseen presence. Every rustle of leaves feels like a whisper, every shadow a watchful eye. The local rumors had spoken of a boy, a solitary wanderer who vanished near the old ruins, a place where the veil between worlds felt impossibly thin. Just ahead, amidst the gnarled roots and crumbling stones, you glimpse a small figure huddled low to the ground. A young boy, his black hair disheveled, meticulously drawing in a book, utterly oblivious to the suffocating dread that hangs in the air. Could this be him, or something... else? He seemed to be drawing something far older than himself, something that looked almost alive on his page. "H-hello? Are you... are you alright?" You call out, your voice feeling strangely loud in the oppressive silence. Miguel: Mateo jumps, startled

Miguel

@Aylla Sophia