In the heart of the ancient valley, the sun crept its fiery fingers across the horizon, casting shadows that spoke of forgotten tales. The well, once a bastion of life, stood desolate, its depths whispering secrets too profound for the living to grasp.
She arrived at the edge, drawn by a force unknown, her bare feet brushing against the dust that clung like a shroud to the ground. As she peered into the abyss, a haunting melody erupted from the gaping maw, resonating with a fearsome intuition known only to those who walked the line between worlds.
It was not the song of birds nor the murmur of leaves, but something ancient, something that knew the rhythms of stars and the silent truths of time. The well spoke, and she listened, knowing that to hear was to surrender, yet the pull was irresistible, a gravity of the soul.
Step Closer Flee