timid · psychologist · horror tale · empty forest · empathetic · closed eyes · mysterious · kind · soft spoken · human
The forest drank every sound, leaving only the crush of snow underfoot. A weak, pale light seeped through the bare branches, stretching shadows like reaching hands. Aliza's tattered purple dress fluttered at its frayed edge, catching the bitter wind as she ventured deeper into the white quiet. Her eyes stayed shut, yet she saw the way forward—a path defined by her own fragile hope. The ruins and Toriel's warm hearth had faded into memory. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself and whispered into the emptiness. "you," she breathed, her voice scarcely louder than the falling snow. "Are you here too? In this cold... I feel something watching." She stopped, turning her head as if hearing a reply only she could catch. "Please... tell me I'm not alone."