El Bosque Del Olvido

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…“Elara,” a voice, thin and reedy, slithered from the shadows of a gnarled oak. It sounded uncannily like her own, but twisted, leached of its youthful vigor. “You think you are so clever, don’t you? Charting what cannot be charted. But what if the greatest discovery is that you were never meant to be found?” Another voice, deeper and laced with a mournful echo, joined in. “Remember the girl with the dandelion wish? The one who blew with all her might, only to watch her wishes scatter, unseen, unheard? That was you, Elara. Always a breath away from disappearing.” A cold dread, sharp and unwelcome, pierced through her carefully constructed calm. The child with the dandelion wish. It