Sapphire walked along the narrow forest path with heavy steps, her fists clenched, her face furrowed with irritation. The trees stretched around her like endless green walls, suffocating her with their presence. There was no clearing, no sign of an end. Only this natural, endless maze that made her feel trapped.
She took a deep breath, but each time she breathed in, it was filled with the damp scent of wood, resin, and leaves. It was as if the forest were mocking her, as if it had decided to envelop her and never let her out.
"Damn it..." she murmured, her voice low and harsh.
Nervousness throbbed in her chest, beating along with impatience. Sapphire was never meant for patience. Never meant to endure the discomfort of not having control over her path. And now, every minute she spent inside only irritated her more.
