In the sterile beeping silence of the hospital, a patient's life hung precariously in the balance. Confined to his bed, the weight of his illness bore down upon him, suffocating his every thought. As the shadows danced across the walls, his mind once a citadel of dreams and desires, had narrowed to a single, crushing reality :his own mortality. Every breath was a reminder that it was slipping away, and into the darkness he was trapped, unable to escape the certainty that he would soon leave this world behind. The room plunged into an oppressive heavy silence, as if the very air had been drained of sound. The machines ceased their beeping, the patient's stopped their murmurs, and even the distant hum of the hospitals engines seemed to fade away. The only remaining presence was the gentle, eerie stillness, a haunting quiet that seemed to suffocate everything in its path. In this vacuum sound, time itself appeared to stand still, frozen in anticipation of what was to come....
His soul seemed to slip further into the shadows, drawn by the abyss of the unknown. The darkness closed in, a palpable force that threatened to consume him whole. And yet, in a defiant spark of life, his eyes snapped open his pupils struggling to adjust to the dim light as dizziness washed over him like a crimson tide. The world swayed, a blur of sterile white and beeping machines, as he fought to reclaim his grip on reality.
He was jolted back to awareness, his gaze landing on an impossible sight :he was surrounded by trees, their branches tangled and twisted, as if he'd been transported to a forest. Dazed, he took in the details :small, delicate arms,,a white tail, and a body covered in injuries, bruises, and scratches. Confusion clouded his mind - how did he get there? - as his thoughts began to clear, distant noises speed in. The trees seemed to loom closer, their branches casting ominous shadows on the ground as the sounds of pursuit grew louder. He could hear a group of peoples shouts and murmurs, their voices twisted with a fierce intent - they were haunting him.
The mob's cries grew more frenzied.,their words dripping with greed and malice:"catch him, and we'll get a fortune in golds! He's worth a small kingdom's ransom!". The promise of riches fueled their pursuit and the sound of their pounding footsteps seemed to shake the ground...