Formative 2
Formative 2
Formative 2
The rain hammered against the windows like impatient fingers drumming a rhythm only it could
hear. Inside the dimly lit room, Ava stood frozen, clutching a crumpled letter in her hand. The words
scrawled across the page seemed to blur and pulse with every beat of her heart: "The truth waits
where the shadows begin." A gust of wind howled through the cracks, extinguishing the candle's
flickering flame. Darkness swallowed the room, leaving only the whisper of the rain and the
unshakable weight of the letter's message.