The Bridge Between Worlds

SIENNA

The dreams begin that very first night.

Now I’m running through a forest, but not the lovely woods by the estate. This forest is sinister and contorted, the shadows winking with their own sentience. The trees are inky black, gnarled, and their branches are reaching out toward me like skeletal fingers. I hear them behind me – footsteps, voices, something else, something sinister that wants t