Blair’s POV
In the midst of the forest’s serene embrace, a mysterious figure emerged, shrouded in the whispers of deep, ragged breaths that brushed against me like an ancient secret longing to be shared. The very air seemed to carry the weight of history and eager anticipation.
A dull ache gripped my lungs, a reminder that each breath had become a conscious effort. I willed my limbs to respond, to break free from their statue-like stillness, yet they remained resolute, as if hewn from unyielding stone.
Time had slipped away unnoticed, and now its consequences loomed, casting shadows over the present.
In a fleeting moment, a surreal notion danced at the periphery of my thoughts - perhaps I was the statue, frozen in a realm between reality and fantasy. Yet, as the silhouette before me tr
