Raven I’m falling fast, until I’m not. The drop halts, yet there’s no ground beneath me, nothing solid to grab onto. Panic claws at my ribs. Where am I? Darkness presses in from every side, so tight I can’t inhale. I want to scream, but sound won’t come. Then I can sense a presence. It seeps inside me like an anchor, suddenly stopping my panic. Someone is here. Waiting. Recognition floods through me, warm and familiar, like finding a home I never knew I’d lost. A light follows. It’s soft, otherworldly, seeping through the black like a sunless dawn. It wraps around me, warms me, and for the first time I can breathe. My heart still races, but the iron grip around my chest is loosening. I’m not in the forest. I’m not even in my body. Yet instead of horror, I feel… right. That presence calls to me without words, and every part of me wants to answer. Slowly, it takes form. Him. My father. I don’t think about it. I just know. A tidal wave of emotion knocks the air from my lungs. I feel h
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