Sleeping Goddess

here she could use her hands to bring life out of nothing and find comfort. Each blossom and foliage showcased her joyful countenance

t moon symbol. Amara traced the mark with her fingers,

was still there, brilliant and unsettling. She had heard stories about a forgotten prophec

and an unexplained terror. She touched the mark with her fingertips, a delicate design of swirls and i

ar, and she was unable to decipher its meaning: a crescent moon entwined

d it, even though she knew. She had grown t

r whole life. living her life without knowing who she was or having any memory of her history. Even though Amara was used to he

cy today. The more disturbing vivid nightmares she had ob

strange, foreboding murky color. Dark clouds built, turning to twirl at an astonishing pace. Her heart

h that sounded like a beast snarling. And before she knew it, a malevolent g

ical forest cuisine; instead, they were spectral beings with bodies that twisted and writhed like fog. T

hattered was the peaceful haven she had cherished. She ran toward the

e of the trees, her pulse pounding. The closer they got to each other, the louder the black forms' wails. She dov

eir gnarled branches reaching out like outstretched hands. The path was uneven and there was a growing feeling

nd spinning with ideas and panic. The forest itself even seemed to be trying to bewilder her by t

rward, her heart thumping. She staggered. It looked like she was following the li

lf was serene despite its age, and there was a palpable energy in the air. The shadows on the

e had been here before. antique items and emblems Throughout the interior of the temple, there were old relics and symbols that had beco

enced a surge of energy. Rather than being inside the temple, she was standing in a vast, empty

the vision to be both terrifying and beautiful, which helped her to connect wi

. "This is the ideal time. You will have to decide for your

oing away. The ominous beings began to scream with increasing intensity, and y

pping her inside the shrine. With a suffocating gloom, the dark crea

nted softly as she reached for it again on the pedestal. Her fingers touched the crystal, a

led the shrine as the woods encroached on her once more. The d

n this same forest, her life, and the future of her town. Amara wanted to save what remained of her broken life and discover the truth. This