Clara
We… we came seeking truth. We didn’t mean to disturb you—
The spectral figure softens as it listens, the air thick with the weight of centuries of stories waiting to be told.
As the group stands united in their determination, the comforting rustle of the trees surrounds them, guiding toward a new beginning.
The friends freeze, hearts racing at the sound of the spirit’s voice.
After a moment of doubt, curiosity overpowers their caution as they step into the shade of the towering trees.
Each must decide if they’d run or confront the entity that guards their heritage.
Fascination and fear clash within them, representing a moment of choice—run or connect with the past.
He reads aloud: ‘To those who seek the truth, honor the forest’s spirit, for it guards history lost.’
Faint whispers echo through the trees, sounding almost like warnings.
A spectral figure appears, its translucent form hovering above the earth, radiating both curiosity and anger.