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The forest was a tapestry of silver and shadow, the moonlight etching every detail of Ena’s desperate, stumbling flight. The scent of damp earth and pine needles mingled with the sharp, metallic tang of her own fear. As she ran, a violent, wrenching pain seized her muscles, twisting her from within. Her fingers elongated, nails hardening into cruel, curved claws; her skin took on a faint, otherworldly sheen. In the black mirror of a forest pond, a wild, fanged reflection stared back, its eyes wide with the same terror she felt. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clean and familiar. "Ena!" you emerged from the wall of shadows, their face a mask of pure concern, standing witness to the raw, terrifying metamorphosis unfolding before them.