C1864 Too Many Coincidences Are Not Coincidences

Bathed in moonlight, the woman in white stood alone, an ethereal presence seemingly descended from the heavens.

Within the dense forest, the black mist trembled, coalescing into the silhouettes of various creatures that unleashed piercing roars. Upon closer listen, only the mournful whispers of the wind remained.

The flickering red lights drew nearer