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284 Ava: Yet Another Strange Forest

Shaking off the morbid thoughts clouding my mind, the images of war and supernatural chaos, I breathe deeply and close my eyes. (D) Focus, Ava. There's work to be done.

Concentrating on that elusive string of connection I can feel deep within me, it's like a gossamer thread. Barely visible, but undeniably present.

I tug at it gently, as if saying hello to an old friend. No response.

I press on, trying to deepen the connection, fumbling along in this strange magical mental space. It's like groping in the dark, unsure of what I'm looking for.

The sound of Lisa's breathing and subtle movements a few feet away threaten to break my concentration, and it's an effort to push those distractions aside, diving deeper into the recesses of my mind. The world around me fades away, replaced by a vast emptiness. Then, I'm falling.

By now, the sensation is familiar enough for me not to panic, waiting it out as space whizzes past at breakneck speed.

My stomach lurches, instinctual panic taking hold of my body; my mind might understand that I'm not falling, but every physical reflex of mine insists that it is.

And then, a torturous second or two later, it's gone and I'm alone in the middle of what looks like the creepiest forest to exist on the planet.

Gnarled, dead branches wrap together in a dense canopy of trees that block out the majority of light.

Dead leaves litter the ground, crackling and crunching beneath my feet, but there's a shocking lack of underbrush. It's like walking inside an unfinished painting.

There's a pond, of course. Why is there always water? Is it symbolic, or just coincidence?

Unlike the pond where I met with the Moon Goddess, this one is so murkily dark that it seems filled with black water. Just looking at it makes my skin crawl, and I step back reflexively, not wanting to get near the edge-even when I'm a solid ten feet away already. There's an unnatural quiet to the space. No birds singing. No insects buzzing. Fuck, I'd take a cicada to break up the oppressively creepy environment. But no.

Just the dead leaves crunching with my every movement and my breathing.

I turn in a slow circle, taking in my surroundings. The forest stretches out in every direction. seemingly endless. The trees all look the same-tall, dark, and foreboding. There's no path, no sign of which way I should go. Only the pond breaks the monotony. My eyes are drawn back to the water. Its surface remains perfectly still, not a ripple in sight. I approach the water's edge, peering into its depths. For a moment, I think I see something moving beneath the surface. But when I look closer, there's nothing. 284 Ava Yet Another Strange Forest

aren't even reflections

it might look like water, but I have a feeling

throw a pebble into it, it

self: Don't go

with your

a gentle breeze stirs the branches overhead. It carries a whisper, so faint I'm not sure if

strain my ears, trying to catch the sound again.

is my magic, it's...

some sort of evil overlord. Dead trees. Creepy, murky water. No signs

of thing I want

met the Moon Goddess, it was

just a

sort of glint in the inky water, and

another glimpse of that elusive glint. It's maddening, like trying to catch light with my bare hands. Every time I think I've spotted it, it slips away, dancing just

I mutter, leaning forward. My reflection should be visible on the surface, but there's nothing. Just that darkness

I give up to walk around, rubbing them to

This isn't working.

going about

what the hell am I supposed to do? I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I'm not about to try drinking the water, even if someone tells me

do?

I've been...

Fuck.

Wait a second.

But this place... it's not real. Not in the way the physical world is. It's connected to my magic somehow. Beeling like a dunce I close

th

Yet

else. That intangible sense that's

for. But as

my magical senses. But it's there. A