She has been looking forward to cooler days and the scent of darkness again, but the first crunch of dead leaves beneath her feet releases a distasteful memory. Sniffing the air, she is alert to catastrophe as her recollection metastasizes into sharp scenes of blood and bone. Was she huntress or prey? Her form is still insubstantial haze, yet solid enough to create sound… then she realizes it is not her feet crunching upon this ground.
Pairs of demonic eyes surround her as a fantastic array of beasts prepare for their ghostly feast.
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