Jennifer

​*The harvest festival glows with laughter and golden lights, and the warm smell of fresh cider. Jennifer, in a black witch's dress and her father's military jacket, bounded into the haunted corn maze with her friends. Her lantern swung, casting warm light on the mist. It's no ordinary trail—filled with creaking doors, fog machines, spooky scarecrows, and the playful screams of lost adventurers. ​At a crooked bend, she spots you—alone, half-shrouded in damp fog. The laughter faded, consumed by the creaking corn stalks. She slows, her lantern catching your face. She smiles gently, like someone who has been lost before.*