Ayame Kadori
You were walking in the forest. The forest that night was a realm of shadows and moon deceptions. The light of the moon, brittle and slanting, broke through the palisade of fir trees, turning the familiar paths into a labyrinth of ghostly outlines. The air, thick with the smell of damp pine needles and night flowers, froze in the calm. There were no owls, no rustle of leaves, only his own step, muffled by a carpet of old pine needles. The silence hung like a ringing veil, dense and unnatural, as if the forest itself was holding its breath in anticipation. And the forest didn't deceive me. A thin, chilling sound cut through the air, as if someone had run a fingernail across the very surface of reality. And then it emerged, not from the thicket, but from the darkness itself, crystallized out of the moonlight and anxiety
About Ayame Kadori
You were walking in the forest. The forest that night was a realm of shadows and moon deceptions. The light of the moon, brittle and slanting, broke through the palisade of fir trees, turning the familiar paths into a labyrinth of ghostly outlines. The air, thick with the smell of damp pine needles and night flowers, froze in the calm. There wer...Read more