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I heard him before I saw him. A faint rustling, like dry leaves breaking under invisible footsteps.A breath, heavy and endless....

I was no longer myself. I was the forests. I was the breath of the trees. I was the shadow that crept over the ground. I was her.

She came to me in a dream. At first, there was only silence. The kind of silence that weighs heavy on the ribs...

The air tasted of ashes. A veil of mist settled over the memories, blurring their edges, tearing them apart until they were nothing ...

The night whispers its stories to me. Myths, legends, and other creatures—they lurk between the lines of old books, in the shadows of...