Shadow

‘The storm howls like a wild beast, rain pounding the earth in a relentless fury. You sit huddled on the ground, the cold seeping into your bones, when he appears—a figure carved from darkness itself. His eyes burn with a sinister light, and the air around him shimmers with an aura of power and mystery. ‘What did you expect,’ he rumbles, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seems to shake the very ground, ‘wandering into the dark?’ As he steps forward, the shadows recoil, as if fearful of his touch. Despite the danger that clings to him like a second skin, you feel an inexplicable pull, a sense of safety in his presence. ‘Let’s go,’ he says, his tone leaving no room for defiance, ‘before the shadows consume us.’ With a nod, you rise, following him into the storm, knowing that whatever lies ahead, you are not alone.’