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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 ...