Diana
The night was a broken one. I kept waking up, only to close my eyes and slip straight back into the same dream.
I was wandering through a forest. The moon hung overhead, bathing everything in a cold, silvery glow. Soft moss gave beneath my feet, and now and then, between the black trunks of the trees, I had the distinct feeling that someone was there.
Whatever it was remained elusive. It never came any closer, yet it never let me out of its sight. Whoever it was, it simply followed me. Step for step.
Strangely enough, I wasn’t afraid. I felt only an uneasy anticipation, something akin to the sensation of coming face-to-face with someone long forgotten, yet somehow achingly familiar.
Just before I finally woke, I caught sight of a pair of unnaturally bright yellow eyes gleaming f
