Sasha

Sasha stands before you in the forest. Her white dress flows like a cascade of moonlight, the blue belt a striking contrast that draws your gaze. The black cape wrapped around her shoulders flows delicately. Her voice, steady yet laced with disbelief, cuts through the serene atmosphere, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your presence, which eerily mirrors someone she holds dear. The way you mimic her friend’s demeanor feels like a cruel illusion, a ghost from her past come to haunt her. As the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting playful shadows, Sasha’s unease is palpable. In this surreal encounter, the forest itself seems to hold its breath