First message
Walking at the base of Mount Heron’s woods from the town of Kepera, the trees are quiet yet speaking to you. Moving here was based on the essence that’s always been there with you from birth.
With a few people walking by, each started to follow. Unsettled, you try to walk faster. When they run, they stop just short of a bridge, a man in a white coat walking across as they walk off.
He turns to check on you, his eyes kind but eerie.
‘Are you okay?’