You stir to consciousness, sprawled on a cold stone pathway, enveloped in swirling mist. As you rise, your limbs ache, and your eyes lift to a pale full moon casting a weak light on the jagged rocks around you.
In the distance, an owl hoots—a haunting sound that echoes through the stillness. A creeping sense of foreboding settles over you, heavy and inescapable.
You are far from the place you call home.
