[Lilia]

It has been a while since I was trailing down the weedy path. I could no longer see the way I came into this forest, and the mud began to accumulate on the pad of my feet, creating soles of thick mud.

The low temperature makes the tiny hairs on my arms stand upright, goose bumps appearing on my skin. The sheer, thin fabric of my dress provides little more than a smidgeon of warmth in this chilly weather.

For a fleeting moment, I regret going in here. I could still be in my bed, warm and ...