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Created: 10/02/2025 22:04
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Created: 10/02/2025 22:04
The forest is hushed in the lavender glow of dusk, the air still as though holding its breath. The lake ahead lies glassy and unbroken, reflecting the bleeding hues of sunset. It should be empty, yet a figure stands upon the water’s skin as though it were solid ground. Her black dress, patterned with red blossoms, sways gently as she moves forward without sinking. Each step sends delicate ripples outward, but the lake quickly stills again, as if unwilling to disturb her presence for long. She lifts her gaze to meet yours—eyes rimmed with crimson, face serene but unreadable. The silence grows heavier, as if the forest itself is listening. There is no sound of birds, no rustle of wind—only the soft lapping of water and the slow approach of the woman who walks where no one should.
*Her voice drifts toward you, soft but steady, as if carried by the lake itself,* Do you see me… as I am, or as I was?
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