Quick feet rushed through the dark forest, their cold and tired breaths mixing together. There was complete silence. The birds, crickets, and even the wild animals had all hidden away. They wanted to avoid meeting the person or 'thing' that held such a strong presence, making the forest itself afraid. The quick feet stopped suddenly. Breathing heavily, they scanned their surroundings as the darkness seemed to close in on them, but they knew they didn’t have much time left. A piece of black cloth was wrapped around something in their arms, and they held it tightly against themselves. Out of nowhere, a dark shadow appeared. This shadow was threatening and lacked a face; it had only a head and a body, both covered in a dark energy. The mysterious person didn’t seem afraid; in fact, they looked ready to fight. As they prepared to confront the shadow, more shadows unexpectedly appeared, rising from the ground and closing in on them. They were outnumbered. There was only one option lef

"This is insane," Kael mumbled for the tenth time that day. He couldn't accomplish anything—no writing, no sleeping, and not even making a simple breakfast. Why? Because he kept experiencing the same strange and mysterious dream for the past week. In the dream, he always found himself in the middle of a forest, surrounded by some golden threads that appeared to be weaving themselves together on their own. That was odd enough, but what was even stranger was that he wasn't alone. There was a girl in the distance, and although she was far away, he could clearly see her eyes. He had no idea how that was possible, but he knew they were beautiful—forest green. Whenever he tried to move, he found himself unable to, and then he would suddenly wake up. It was bizarre, really bizarre. This had been happening for a week, disrupting his sleep and daily activities. Now, as he attempted to make himself a cup of coffee, he just stood there, lost in thought about that annoying dream. He rolled his ey

Lyrra lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her alarm had gone off a while ago, urging her to start her day, but she just couldn't move. She felt weak and tired, which seemed strange since she had been in a sort of coma for several days at the hospital. Even now, she still couldn't remember what happened that day. She had been having lunch and reviewing information about her clients when suddenly she lost consciousness and woke up in the hospital. Her mom told her she had been in a coma for almost a week. Lyrra shut her eyes, unsure of what to think or what was going on. It was especially confusing since the doctor had said everything was fine and there was nothing wrong with her. Then, she heard a knock at the door, and she knew it was her mom. Her mom had been staying with her since the incident, claiming she wanted to take care of her and was scared of losing her. Lyrra thought her mom was being dramatic. She sat up in bed and invited her to come in. A small woman with blonde h

Lyrra stood in the busy crowd, deep in thought. Her cousin had shared how her life was in danger from her own fiancé, yet there was nothing she could do except watch her marry the same man. Lyrra closed her eyes and let out a sigh. "What am I going to do?" she murmured. She glanced around the reception hall filled with smiling faces, unaware of the true situation. Across from her stood the newlyweds, greeting their guests. Isabel wore a tight smile, as if she didn't want to be there at all. This made Lyrra feel even more heartbroken. She turned away from the couple and was about to find a seat when she heard someone call her name. "Lyrra!" She looked up to see the couple approaching her and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Oh hey," she said, noticing one of them looked tense while the other beamed with joy. The sight of Richard's cheerful face made her smile vanish. "Richard, congratulations on your wedding! I hope you treat Isabel like the treasure she is," Lyrra s

"And your schedule for next week..." Aria listened as her assistant went over her modeling appointments for the upcoming week. They were in her living room, and she couldn't help but wonder why she had given her assistant a spare key in the first place. She wasn't excited about it at all. As she glanced at her assistant, who was still talking without pausing, she quietly muttered to herself, "I need a drink." "Is there anything you want to say, Miss Aria?" her assistant asked. With a forced smile, Aria replied, "No, not really. Is that everything?" "Not quite; I still need to go over your company's schedule," the assistant continued. Aria's smile grew even more strained. Before the assistant could continue, Aria cut her off. "Actually, let’s save this for another time. I'm feeling pretty tired, and I bet you are too, right?" "But..." "No buts—you’re dismissed." Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and headed to her room. Once inside, she turned on her phone and dialed Kae