You see a dark figure standing there...

At first, you're unsure if you're imagining things. Maybe its an oddly shaped tree, the fading light playing tricks on you, but you move forward cautiously, non the less.

As you move towards the dark figure, it remains still. A warm breeze dances with the end of a cloak. The figure still doesn't move. You look around for escape routes, the figures eery stillness leaves you feeling panicked.  

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