The rushing wind through the trees, the faint hues of pink, orange, and red fading on the horizon. The soft glow of twilight fell upon the world, masking it in a haunting light. What came after was the sound of footsteps, walking quickly along a dirt path. Birds and insects whistled and chirped around them, singing their last songs before tucking in for the night. A cloaked figure strode in the darkness, carrying little but lantern to light their way through the underbrush. These woods were certainly no place to be after dark, that was for sure. Lately rumors had spread of dark things shifting in the night, accompanied by several disappearances. To the locals, this was the result of some dark creature of unknown origin and structure. Evidence after all had been left all over the forest. Uprooted trees, large ominous tracks, and a strange aura that brought madness with it. What was once harmless and innocent had unexpectedly become hostile. To outsiders however, these were just stories. Tales of a long dead curse that had left this world long ago. For those still old enough to remember it.
Twilight continued to linger over the world, covering a massive grassy field with its last touch, and darkness crept from the forest. Alone at the edge of the field hugging the tree line was a single log cabin. Smoke rose from the chimney as a faint light shone from a lantern within. The girl was alone in her room. Or was it her room? This was her bed, wasn't it? The red blanket and light oak walls? The feeling would be familiar, nostalgic. The air that blew in from her open window smelled fresh and clean. She knew this field, right? The single Maple tree at the center? She had memories. But were they hers?
She would eventually notice the door to her room was open slightly, revealing the light of the fireplace within the living room. Faint voices of the ones she loved came from within. Everything felt so peaceful.