Chapter 8: Dream

Anna looked down and found her feet buried knee-deep in snow. She looks around to see herself in the middle of a snowy taiga, the full moon at its peak and illuminating the dark forest.

“Where am I?” she whispers to herself.

It took much effort to move her feet and traverse the deep snow. As she walked around, she felt uncomfortable with the eerie silence. There was no noise at all.

Still, she kept going.

Anna arrives at a small clearing, where the shine of the full moon rests on an array of large rocks. She approaches the rocks for no clear reason and finds a wolf on the ground. Whimpering. Breathing weakly.

Its black fur looked as if it absorbed all the light of the moon, but not its energy. It looked almost lifeless.

Anna kneels to the wolf. It was breathing shallowly. It was huge but looked so small and weak.

“Are you okay?” she asks and tries to caress it, but the wolf weakly opens its eyes and they meet gazes.

She saw herself.

Anna stumbles back and the world darkens.

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