Chapter 1
Aria's pov
Aria woke up with a jolt, the last bits of the dream still hanging around. The room slowly came back into view, the items in her room gradually becoming clearer. Sunlight was already streaming through a crack in her curtains, making stripes across her face. She sat up, her heart still racing, trying to forget the weird feeling. The dream which was really clear and a bit unsettling , had left her feeling weird.
She got out of bed, the cold floor feeling so good under her feet . The images from the dream were still in her head, a dark forest , a winding road, and someone calling her forward. It felt like something important , a message she couldn't quite figure out. Aria went over to her window , pulling the curtains so the light could come in. The world outside was normal, the streets busy with the morning rush, a big difference from the dream's scary place .
Taking a deep breath Aria decided to start her day. She needed to get over the dream. As she walked to the bathroom, she couldn't help but wonder if the dream was just something she made up, or if it was a sign of something to come.
Determined to make sense of the dream Aria decided to jot down everything she could remember. She grabbed her journal from the desk and flipped to a blank page, the pen poised above the paper.
"Dark forest", she wrote, her hand moving quickly. " winding road, and someone calling me".
As she wrote, the details began to flow back to her. The trees had loomed high above, their branches twisting like fingers against the sky. The air had been thick and heavy , filled with a sense of foreboding.
What does it mean?
Was it just a figment of her imagination or something more?
Aria felt a pull, an urge to explore the meaning behind her dream. She remembered hearing stories about dreams being messages from the subconscious or being omens of things to come. She couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was important.
After finishing her notes , Aria decided to do some research. She pulled out her laptop and started searching for dream interpretations, focusing on forests and roads. As she typed, she found various articles discussing how forests often symbolize the unknown or a journey into the depths of one's psyche. Roads on the other hand represent choices and the path we take in life.
"Interesting", she murmured to herself. " But what about the voice?
As she scrolled through the pages, she stumbled upon a forum where people shared their own dream experiences. One post caught her eyes. A user described a similar dream about a dark forest and a voice that led them to a hidden truth about themselves. Intrigued, Aria read on, fascinated by the idea that dreams could guide people toward self discovery.
Feeling a sense of urgency she decided to take a walk and clear her mind and see if she could find any inspiration. She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her jacket, and headed outside. The sun was shining brightly now, and the air was crisp. As she walked through her neighborhood, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being drawn to something.
Aria wandered into a nearby park, where the trees were vibrant green, a stark contrast to the dark forest of her dream. She found a bench and sat down, letting the sounds of nature wash over her mind, the hunting images of the dream persisted.
Suddenly , the memory of the voice echoed in her head, clearer now than before.
"Come find me". It was a soft yet insistent whisper. Who was calling her? And why?
Determined to uncover the truth, Aria decided to explore the park further. She walked along a winding path that led deeper into a greenery, her heart racing with anticipation. Each step felt like a step closer to understanding the dream. As she ventured further, the trees grew denser , and the sound of the outside world faded away.
After a while , she stumbled upon a small clearing. In the center stood an ancient oak tree, its trunk wide and gnarled. The sight of it sent a shiver down her spine. It felt familiar, as if she had seen it before. She approached the tree, placing her hand on its rough bark. It felt alive, pulsing with energy.
"Aria", the voice whispered again, this time clearer and more urgent. " You must listen."
Startled, she looked around, searching for the source of the voice.
" Who's there?", she called out, her voice trembling. But there was no answer, only the rustling of leaves and gentle breeze . Aria felt a mix of fear and excitement. Was this the message she has been seeking.?
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the voice.
" What do you want from me ?"
She asked softly .