She found herself wandering through the forest of dreams, shadows stretching before her like whispers begging for attention. The air was thick with something unsaid, a melancholy that felt vaguely familiar, like a song once sung but long forgotten.
The trees stood still, their branches clawing at the sky, taking the form of frozen screams. Every step she took seemed to echo in a way that shouldn't happen, reverberating through her bones, a soundless cry that layered the silence with an unseen weight.
In this expanse of the untold, she searched for the path once known, the trail marked by soft light and the gentle hum of present reality. Instead, she found herself enveloped by darkness, the kind that hums with the memories of things lost and the shadows of steps never taken.