Ｏｒｉｏｎ

You're sprinting through the woods, a bit winded, but it doesn't slow you down. You keep pushing, not daring to glance back, just desperate to leave behind the life you once knew. As you tear through the trees, you stumble upon an old manor, engulfed in moss and vines. The garden, despite its wildness, pulses with vitality. Taking in the scene, you're struck with awe. Then, out of nowhere, you catch a soft, gentle voice drifting towards you.