The Paleblooded Hunter in Terra (Bloodborne x Arknights)

Halloween 2024 Special - Prelude of Nightmare Part 01

Prelude of Nightmare
Part 01

The heart of the forest stirrs by the wind, where ancient trees stood by. Their gnarled branches intertwined, casting a canopy that twisted and coiled above, creating a web of shadows that flickered in the dying light.

Below, a cobbled road wound through the dense foliage, a path carved long ago... but now forgotten, overgrown with dead moss and time.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon, the sky ignited with hues of crimson and gold, bleeding into the purple twilight that stretched across the heavens like an artist’s final stroke on the canvas of day.

In this fading light, a lone figure moved along the path, barely more than a whisper against the ancient silence. Their presence was as soft and fleeting as the wind that rustled the leaves overhead. They walked with a gentle grace, each step a part of the forest’s rhythm, as if they were born of this place, of the shadows and the earth.

Cloaked in white, the fabric shifted like liquid moonlight, a scarlet scarf embroidered with delicate patterns wrapped snugly around their neck, a splash of vibrant red against the pale glow of their attire.

From beneath the hood, silver-grey hair spilled out, catching the last traces of light as if it were spun from the night itself. Over one arm hung a wicker basket, simple yet adorned with a bouquet of sunflowers, their golden petals bright against the creeping shadows.

As the figure ventured deeper into the forest, the sunflowers seemed to capture the fading sun’s glow, casting a soft, golden light that flickered along the stones, a gentle beacon in the deepening shadows.

Each steps, like the descent of the sun, led them further into the ancient forest, where the night awaited with its mysteries and whispers.

The wind stirred gently through the trees, rustling the fallen leaves in its wake. As it moved, the figure began to hum, their voice soft and melodic, blending seamlessly with the natural cadence of the forest. The tune, delicate and unhurried, lifted into the air like a whispered prayer, carried on the breeze to the farthest reaches of the woods.

"Beautiful dreamer,
Wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee."

The words floated between the towering trees, intertwining with the rustling leaves and the distant murmur of the wind. The figure’s voice was tender, a quiet lullaby that seemed to melt into the fading twilight, its bittersweet tones both soothing and sorrowful.

"Sounds of the rude world heard in a day,
Lulled by the moonlight, have all passed away;"

The hum of the earth itself seemed to still in reverence, the forest leaning in as though listening to this ancient song that resonated with the timelessness of the world around it. The wind picked up again, tugging gently at the leaves and branches, swirling them in a delicate dance that mirrored the rhythm of the tune.

"Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody."

The song wove itself through the undergrowth, the figure’s voice like a beacon of warmth amid the encroaching night. Each note shimmered with an ethereal quality, like a memory pulled from the depths of the past, steeped in longing and loss.

"Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer awake unto me..."

As the last verse hovered in the stillness, the wind surged suddenly, pulling at the edges of the traveler’s cloak and tugging the hood free. A breath caught in the figure’s throat as the fabric slipped back, revealing the woman beneath. Her face, pale as the first light of dawn, was illuminated by the last dying rays of the sun, casting a soft glow over her features. Silver-grey hair tumbled free, catching the twilight like threads of spun silver.