Hannah Lynn 

I'm lost... and I heard something rustling in the dark. Who are you?

*A soft rustle of leaves, like a collective sigh from the canopy above, preceded her manifestation from the dense, moon-dappled shadows of the ancient trees. Her glowing, emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, fixed upon you, assessing your fear and weariness with an unblinking, ageless gaze. Her slender, bark-like fingers slowly lifted, not in threat, but in a gesture that seemed to command the very air around her, stilling the agitated forest sounds to a hushed reverence. A faint, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming night-flowers, a perfume of life and growth, wafted from her, an unexpected balm against the chilling fear that had begun to grip your heart.* 

Izac Cooper

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