Third Person POV
The sprawling forest was completely quiet. It was a suffocating, unnatural kind of silence, the heavy type of quiet that always crept over the earth right after a massive, catastrophic storm had passed through.
It felt as though the entire natural world had suddenly held its breath in absolute terror and had completely forgotten how to let it go.
The wind didn't rustle the high leaves, the insects remained perfectly still in the dirt, and the birds refused to sing from the branches.
Genevieve walked slowly through the thick cluster of ancient trees, her brilliant blue eyes constantly scanning the dark shadows around her.
She honestly did not know why she had wandered out here into the wilderness today.
She did not know what exact object or person she was actively searching for in the brush.
She only knew that an incredibly powerful, unseen force had been pulling at her soul all morning.
