Wendy's POV
The wind carries something new tonight. For endless ages, it brought only the stench of decay and forgotten devotion, a scent that few possess the ability to sense. It whispered of slowly dying prayers and abandoned faith. Tonight, however, something has changed. Life pulses through the air like electricity. I sense it through the ancient stones beneath my feet, feel it in the earth's heartbeat as though something that has slept for eternity has finally awakened.
The world stirs once more.
Beyond the crumbling walls of my forgotten sanctuary, the night air bites at my skin. Above, the moon hangs heavy and full, casting silver light across the broken remnants of a civilization that has erased my existence from memory. They have forgotten who I am.
