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I was walking along the rocky mounds in my violet boots, hoping not to break a heel on the gravel, each step echoing in the vast silence.
The atmosphere, dull and heavy for some time now, showed no sign of change, and the unease that gripped me blended strangely with a peculiar sensation of morbid pleasure, as though the darkness was drawing me in further.
The trees, growing denser with each step, seemed to close in around me. A shiver ran down my neck, and then suddenly, I heard a muffled noise: a deer, sprinting at full speed, crossed my vision in a fleeting motion. Before I could even react, a loud, shattering noise burst through the air, like a scream tearing it apart, followed by a heavy, suspended silence.

My heart tightened as I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before my eyes. A heavy weight fell at my feet. A surge of terror rose in my throat as I silently prayed it wasn't the deer.
With an almost imperceptible movement, I turned my head, my heart pounding furiously, and saw the deer lying on the ground, its body broken, a pool of blood spreading beneath it. A chilling panic swept over me. I wanted to move, but my body refused, paralyzed by the horror.
The rain, which had disappeared moments earlier, suddenly returned, hammering down like shards of glass against my skin, soaking my hair and plastering it to my head.
I leaned forward to observe the deer's condition, though I knew its fate was sealed, its wounds fatal. Water streamed down my face, weighing down my hair, leaving it disheveled and sparse.
And then, I heard them. Footsteps. A dull, heavy sound, like steps sinking into snow. Cautious, deliberate footsteps, drawing closer, like a predator certain it didn't need to hurry.
Each step heightened the tension, and I felt my throat tighten.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. The silence became oppressive, as if the air itself was holding its breath. I couldn't move. My mind, besieged by fear, struggled to brace itself for what was coming, but the dread held me captive.
I lifted my head slowly, each movement feeling like torture. And there, in the shadows, I met two crimson eyes—cold, piercing—that seemed to pierce my very soul. The creature's gaze was glacial, inhuman, as though it knew everything about me, as though it could read even the darkest corners of my mind.

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