The Woods Begin to Move
The clearing stayed unnervingly still after the lullaby girl vanished—no wind, no birds, no rustling leaves. Just silence. Heavy, unnatural silence. Ana exhaled shakily. “Okay. That was horrifying. But also… good? Right? We freed her?” Sofía hugged herself. “We freed her echo. Not her. The watcher still has the real memory.” Tomás scanned the tree line. “We need to leave. Now. Before it—” A branch snapped. Not far away. Not random. Marisol’s pulse spiked. “It’s here.” The spiral on her palm glowed faintly, like a warning light. The pendant warmed against her chest. The air thickened, pressing in around them. Ana whispered, “Why does it feel like the forest is… breathing?” Because it was. The trees leaned inward, their branches creaking like old bones. The shadows between the tru
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