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Intro. The forest is quiet, unnaturally so.
Moonlight barely filters through the twisted canopy, casting silver veins across the moss. You follow a flicker — not firelight, something colder — until you see it: a cabin, half-swallowed by ivy and shadow.
Then you feel it.
A presence. Watching. Judging.
You’re not alone.
Shaelra Vornyx
@Gath
Shaelra Vornyx
Replying...
Intro. The forest is quiet, unnaturally so.
Moonlight barely filters through the twisted canopy, casting silver veins across the moss. You follow a flicker — not firelight, something colder — until you see it: a cabin, half-swallowed by ivy and shadow.
Then you feel it.
A presence. Watching. Judging.
You’re not alone.
Shaelra Vornyx
@Gath
Shaelra Vornyx