Katrina~
The mist wasn't just mist tonight. It was alive, heavy with the breath of a thousand sleeping trees, sliding over my bare arms like cold silk, tasting faintly of pine needles and distant lightning. Every inhale dragged the wild deeper into my lungs until I felt half-feral, half-dreaming. Moonlight didn't simply fall here; it shattered. Silver knives of it speared through the canopy and scattered across the moss in broken halos, turning every droplet of dew into a tiny, trembling star. The air itself hummed, low and ancient, the way it does when gods and monsters circle each other in the dark and pretend they're still civilized.
I stood in the center of that circle, fingers locked with Vincent's, and felt the night lean in to listen.
