POV: Y/N

The ground crunched beneath my ears, and I could hear the soft sound of rain trickling down my limbs, while the cries of crows echoed in the background.

It felt as though my body was slowly sinking into the earth. I no longer felt anything from it; my heart no longer beat to its usual rhythm.

Suddenly, I felt tiny paws land on my hips, tearing a whimper from me. Taking advantage of its perch, the creature began to sprint, jolting me awake and bringing me back to the reality of my situation.

I raised my head, slowly sitting up, and finally became aware of where I was. Around me stretched a breathtaking yet somber forest of red roses, their long roots entwined around the iron bars of a towering gate, leading to a sprawling Gothic manor.

I was drenched, my hair—[your hair description, shortened to Y/C]—was tangled with leaves and soaked in muddy water. I glanced down at myself, my skin as pale as a corpse, clothed only in a delicate gray nightgown, some parts torn and frayed.

I stood up, wondering where on earth I could be. My memories of the events before this moment were gone, as if erased. My heart pounded furiously as I grasped the strangeness of my situation.

Barefoot, I searched for a path to follow, hoping to find something—or someone—who could help me. I walked toward the gate and placed my palm on the handle to try to enter the manor, but the gate was locked. At that moment, a thorn from the roses' roots tore into my skin, and blood began to trickle.

I ripped a piece of my gown and wrapped it around my finger to stem the bleeding.

Turning away, I walked straight ahead, driven by the hope of finding someone or something to guide me.

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