In the heart of the forest, a hidden path revealed itself under the moonlight, inviting the curious to explore its secrets. Lila hesitated at its edge, the silver glow trembling on the moss like a whisper. The stories warned of spirits that lured wanderers away, but something about the hush of the trees felt more like an invitation than a threat.
She followed the path, each step softer than the last, until the air shimmered and the forest opened into a clearing that pulsed with light. Dozens of figures danced—half-shadow, half-laughter—faces familiar yet forgotten. Her grandmother’s smile flashed among them, her voice carried on the wind: “You found it.”
Lila reached out, her fingers brushing the veil between worlds. Dawn began to bleed through the sky, and the clearing dimmed. When the forest woke, the path was gone. Only the echo of a girl’s laughter remained.

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