Webs hung thick between twisted trees like the remnants of long-forgotten curses. Ania drifted over the blackened ground, her feet barely brushing it. She felt weightless, yet every movement was draining, as though each step through the murky surroundings pulled her deeper into its grasp. The darkness clung to her, whispering her own doubts and secrets she'd tried to ignore for the longest time.
Ania was almost sure she had been here before. Though she couldn't remember when. The landscape was cold and barren. Every sound echoed in a way that gave her chills. The endless cobwebs stretched out as they formed intricate patterns across her path. As if mocking her with how easily they could trap her.
"Where am I?" Her voice barely drifted beyond her lips before the silence swallowed it whole.
