The Orange-Haired Girl’s Midnight Walk Through the Woods

The night air was cool, carrying the faint rustle of leaves as an orange-haired girl moved through the shadowy woods. Dressed in a flowing black dress, she walked with quiet grace, her footsteps barely disturbing the fallen leaves beneath her feet. Above, the moon hung high, its pale light filtering through the tangled branches, casting silver streaks across her hair. The world around her was still, save for the occasional whisper of the wind and the distant hoot of an owl hidden among the trees.

She wasn’t afraid of the dark—it welcomed her, embraced her like an old friend. Each step she took felt like part of a dream, the woods shifting and breathing around her. The shadows stretched and danced with every movement, and for a moment, she paused, tilting her face toward the sky. The moon, full and luminous, bathed her in its glow, a quiet companion on her midnight journey. Whatever had drawn her here, she would find it—or perhaps, it would find her first.