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The forest holds its breath, a silent temple broken only by the slow crush of moss beneath my boot. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches, painting silver bands across the damp earth. I go still, my breath a ghost in the chill, eyes locked on a shadow that shifts against the grain of the night. "I know you're watching, you. Will you step into the light?"