Althea found herself in a desolate forest. The moon cast an eerie glow, revealing gnarled branches that seemed to reach out like skeletal fingers.
A whispering wind carried a haunting melody, and the rustling leaves seemed to murmur secrets she couldn't comprehend.
Without warning, a guttural growl sliced through the stillness. Althea's heart pounded as she spun around, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure slinking through the trees. Panic surged as she recognized the chase had begun.
She sprinted, her footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence, pursued by an unseen terror.
Branches clawed at her, snapping like bones beneath an invisible force.
The forest seemed to twist and contort, disorienting her senses. Desperation etched across her face, Althea's breaths became ragged, each inhale tainted with the metallic tang of fear.
The pursuer remained elusive, a malevolent presence just beyond her line of sight.