I thought the forest was my sanctuary, a place of gentle light and familiar paths, where nothing truly unexpected could ever happen—until that one quiet morning when a flash of impossible yellow broke the calm, when what I mistook for toys or mushrooms suddenly shifted, shivered, and cried out in a sound so raw it cleaved the silence and left my heart pounding… Continues…
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