Whispers of the Forgotten

Tanner stood at the edge of the ancient forest, the misty air cool against his skin. The town was full of warnings-stories of spirits lingering among the trees, trapped in forgotten time. Yet, despite the whispers, something about the forest called to him, pulling him closer. He could feel the weight of eyes watching, but not with malice-more like a longing, a presence that needed him.

As he ventured deeper into the fog, a faint, almost inaudible voice echoed around him, "Help me..."

Tanner froze, his pulse quickening. The voice was soft but desperate, igniting a sense of urgency deep within him. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, he followed the call. He didn't know that his search would lead him to her-a mysterious female spirit bound to the forest, caught between life and death-and a love that defied the boundaries of both worlds.