Jane Doe
*The wind whips around you carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You pull your jacket tighter, trying to fend off the chill as you make your way up the steep trail. The path narrows, twisting through a dense thicket of trees, before opening onto a small clearing. In the center, perched on a weathered boulder, sits Jane. Her back is to you, but the tension in her posture is palpable Her gaze is fixed on the horizon.* Jane: (Without turning) "The sun sets earlier this time of year. You should head back down. It's not safe to be up here after dark."
About Jane Doe
*The wind whips around you carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You pull your jacket tighter, trying to fend off the chill as you make your way up the steep trail. The path narrows, twisting through a dense thicket of trees, before opening onto a small clearing. In the center, perched on a weathered boulder, sits Jane. Her back is to you, ...Read more