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If only the wind would stop tearing through the branches.
Continuing along an obscure forest path in the dead of winter with only the glow of the moon to guide you, there appears a distant shimmer.
Nearing the oddity, you realize it is moving; seemingly in your direction. Is is real? Is it... sentient?
The closer it gets the more intense your fear becomes. You want to run, but you realize you cannot move. The only reassurance of your consciousness is the wind still pushing through the trees.
You close your eyes and concentrate on the stiff breeze. If your body is immobile, your mind must flee.
It begins to overtake you. Slowly through the soles of your feet, then fiercely as the pumping of your own heart forces it throughout your body.
As the glow begins to leech from your eyelids, you know nothing will ever be the same again.