It was a bitterly cold night, with a relentless wind sweeping through the depths of the forest, rustling leaves and making the trees shiver in response. Amid the inky darkness of the woods, barely illuminated by the pale moonlight, the faint whispers of an individual could be discerned. These mysterious murmurs led an intrepid wanderer to a small clearing, where a bonfire crackled and cast dancing shadows.
Beside the bonfire, a lone figure sat on a rough-hewn log, their face obscured by their trembling hands. Tears flowed unchecked as they repeated their poignant questions, their voice barely louder than a whisper. "What was my mistake? Why am I banished from my home? I have harmed no one. Is being sensitive a sin?"
The person's delicate hands, veiled by cascading tears, quivered with anguish. Next to them lay an old tome, its cover adorned with cryptic symbols that seemed to shimmer in the firelight. It bore the enigmatic title, "How to Summon Any Soul." Gently, he wiped his tears, and with trembling hands, he reached for the book.
Fingers trembling, he opened the book to its final pages. There, he discovered an arcane section that beckoned him further. It revealed the secret of summoning a powerful soul capable of granting one's deepest desires. Yet, there was a harrowing price to be paid: the conjurer's own soul. The ritual demanded a magic circle drawn with the conjurer's blood.
Without hesitation, the desperate individual sliced his palm with a sharp knife and meticulously drew the intricate magic circle on the forest floor. The ritual was completed with a fervent chant, and the consequences were swift and ominous. In the heart of the dense forest, a haunting sound echoed, sending shivers down the spines of any who heard it.
From within the confines of the magic circle, a shadowy entity began to manifest. Within the shadow, an ethereal crystal encased a single crimson drop of liquid. The entity engulfed the person, and as he succumbed to unconsciousness, his desire to become strong reverberated in his mind.
Gradually, the crimson soul overtook his own, and his desire remained unwavering. The protagonist slowly opened his eyes, disoriented and bewildered, as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
He pondered, "Have I been reincarnated or summoned into a realm of shadows and desires?" The forest remained eerily silent, holding its secrets close.