“Mommy. My brain is, is, is buzzing.” “Brains don’t buzz, babygirl.”

Before she had even opened her eyes, her body had snapped into a fighting stance as she hit the floor, adrenaline flooding her system.

The forest was alive with urgent murmurs, its eerie dance often blocking her path, forcing her to double back in search of an exit.

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