Sienna would awaken with her head pounding in agony as only the light of torches would allow her thin lines of visibility in the otherwise pitch black space. This vanta black space began to manipulate her mind into conjuring hands reaching beyond the shadows and into the direction of her bound ankles. For a brief moment, she would attempt to force herself to the very extent of the structure at her back before feeling it familiar to her. In similarity to revealing there was bark on the edges of her fingertips and along her spine, she also came to notice that she had been distant from the castle and remained within the woods as night had kept overhead; either expanding a single day or having only been unconscious for the duration of one moon’s cycle still set to expire. But despite the detai
