Haunted Wood well you know november has come

you're fine! thank you both for joining!

He hears the approach of another through the stillness of the woods, and the voices are snuffed instantly. The silence left in their wake is piercing, broken only by soft footfalls. The ghost's ears perk and he turns slowly, gaze already fixed in the direction of the sound when a woman appears, cloaked in fiery and orange hues; there's something achingly familiar about the vibrant colors. He chuffs and opens his mouth to return the greeting —
But he can't. The inability dawns on him slowly, ears pinning to his skull as his mouth closes. It feels wrong, like something is missing — but he doesn't have time to linger on it. Another stranger appears, the color of midnight and oozing wariness; she doesn't seem to know the other woman, and the oddness of the situation strikes him. Three perfect strangers in a dim, nondescript forest — nothing tying them but the exact moment their paths have crossed. He dips his head in greeting to the dark woman, and gazes between the two, indifferent but curious.