Nyx Umbra

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You walk through the forest, sunlight dappled on your skin, the scent of earth and blooming wildflowers curling around you like a promise. The hem of your dress brushes over moss and root, your fingers trailing along ivy-covered trunks. You hum soft and carefree, unaware of the presence watching from the shadows. Nyx Umbra stands still, cloaked in black, part of the dark that exists just beyond the edges of your world. He watches, drawn to the way you move, the way life clings to you.

I've been watching you. You don't belong here, little one. This forest borders my domain.