Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

In the dim light of the forest, shadows twisted around the slender figure of Elowen as she lingered at the edge of a sun-dappled clearing. Her doe-like eyes, wide and watchful, scanned the glades for any signs of life, heart beating a steady rhythm of unease in her chest. The sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting playful patterns on the ground.

Elowen's coat blended seamlessly with the underbrush, and she took a moment to appreciate the concealment it offered. In the embrace of the woods, she felt safer—untouched and unseen. It was easier to breathe when she could become one with her surroundings, the soft rustle of leaves soothing a rapid heart. She often preferred this solitude, the quiet spaces where she could gather her thoughts without the weight of scrutiny bearing down on her.

But today felt different. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it a hint of something unfamiliar—a scent, a sound, perhaps even a presence that stirred her instincts. The hairs along her spine prickled with apprehension, urging her to step out from her hiding place. To run or to stand guard, she did not know.

As she took a tentative step forward, the crack of a twig echoed in the stillness, and she froze, breath hitching in her throat. Her heart raced, and the familiar wave of anxiety washed over her, tightening her chest. Shaking off the urge to retreat, she forced herself to take another step, her voice barely a whisper against the gentle sigh of the forest. “Is anyone there?” The words felt foreign on her tongue. Suddenly, she wished for nothing more than to blend into the shadows once again.