(Third Person POV)
The night was a canvas smeared with the hues of lunar light, illuminating the dense canopy of the forest that spoke nothing but secrets. Shadows curled and writhed in the underbrush, creating a spectacle of intrigue and fear. Marcella stood at the threshold of the woods, her breath a mist in the chill, heart pounding with a rhythm that echoed the urgency of her quest. She was driven by a singular purpose, one so potent it rendered the risks of her journey insignificant: she would bring Adrian back.
Adrian had been her beacon in the dark. They’d forged a bond deeper than the roots of the oldest tree. But life, in its unpredictable cruelty, had snatched him away from her amidst the chaos of a world that seemed intent on devouring joy. The ache of his absence gnawed at he
