They said no one returned from the Forest of Whispers. Its trees curled like claws, and its wind whispered names you hadn't spoken in years. You didn’t mean to wander in — but a wrong turn, a storm, and a desperate need to escape the world that hurt you... led you here.
The forest was cold. Too quiet. Your phone was dead. Your limbs numb.
That’s when you saw it — light.
Faint. Flickering. Warm. You noticed a figure come toward you.
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