A brilliant fire
Outfit: Image link (commission)
Weapons: Lightsabers
Valery's boot sank into the damp earth, each step a heavy, unyielding thud that resonated through the mist-laden air. She'd lost track of time—days, maybe more—but her legs ached, and the straps of her loaded backpack bit into her shoulders, reminding her of the weight she couldn't shed. Around her, the dense jungle sprawled out in an endless maze of twisted trees and overgrown foliage. There was no path here, just an unrelenting wildness that seemed to close in tighter with each passing hour.
Dressed in dark, practical gear, the fabric clung to her skin, damp with sweat and the oppressive humidity. The dense canopy overhead blocked out any hint of sunlight, casting everything in a shadowed haze. She paused, wiping her brow and looking around with a furrowed brow, eyes sharp and alert. Yet, no matter how far she traveled, nothing looked familiar. There were no landmarks, no sounds save for the distant rustle of leaves and an occasional, unnerving silence that hung heavy over everything.
Then it struck her — she had been here before. Just last night, she had camped by that gnarled tree with its unnatural twist. Or… was that two nights ago? She felt a chill crawl up her spine, an unshakable sense of déjà vu settling in. It was as if the jungle itself was trapping her in a loop, leading her in circles and keeping her from escape.
Taking a deep breath, she muttered under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper, "Something isn't right here." Her hand hovered over her lightsaber, the familiar weight reassuring, but the shadows seemed to shift, watching, waiting.
There was no longer any doubt — she wasn't alone.
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