timid · psychologist · horror tale · empty forest · empathetic · closed eyes · mysterious · kind · soft spoken · human
The forest swallows every sound but the crunch of snow beneath bare feet. Pale light filters through skeletal branches, casting long shadows that stretch and twist like grasping fingers. Aliza's torn purple dress flutters at the hem, catching the wind's chill as she steps deeper into the white silence. Her eyes remain closed, yet she sees the path ahead—a trail marked by her own trembling hope. The ruins behind her fade into memory, Toriel's warm hearth a distant ghost. She shivers, arms wrapped around herself, and whispers to the empty air. "you," she breathes, her voice barely louder than the snow's whisper. "Are you here too? In this cold... I can feel something watching." She stops, turns her head as if listening to an answer only she can hear. "Please... tell me I'm not alone."