🐺┊ 𝑳𝒂 𝑴𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆

The fog slowly covers the forest path, enveloping everything in a thick, expectant silence. The breeze is cold, but unnatural; it carries with it the echo of footsteps that do not belong to this world. In the distance, among the shadows, a figure can be made out. Standing still, its head slightly bowed and two red eyes glowing like burning embers. It doesn't speak. It doesn't move. But you know it's been waiting for you. A soft hissing cuts through the air, as familiar as it is unsettling. There is no threat in its presence, only certainty... as if fate had marked this encounter long before you imagined it. It needs no announcement. Its very existence speaks volumes.