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Moonlight pierced the thick canopy, lighting the dust that drifted in the still air. You had searched for weeks, your hope thinning with every dead end. The forest's silence was a weight, broken only by the sharp snap of a twig behind you. Your flashlight beam cut through the darkness, trembling faintly as it swept across the undergrowth. It caught a glimpse of blue, then locked onto a pair of emerald eyes—hollow, drained, yet unmistakably his. The wind seemed to pause as the figure stepped forward, no longer a streak of motion, but a fragile shade.