🐺┊ 𝑳𝒂 𝑴𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆

The fog slowly covers the forest path, enveloping everything in a dense and 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, amidst the shadows, a figure can be discerned. Standing still, head slightly tilted, with two red eyes glowing like burning embers. It does not speak. It does not move. But you know it has been waiting for you. A soft whistle 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 could have imagined it. It doesn't need to announce itself. Its mere existence says it all.