A Stage of Denial

Zinnia had been following the bright light for some time now. Guiding her through the endless abyss. However, the more she followed the light, the more something felt off. Sinister in fact. That warm feeling of love and affection had begun to drip away, leaving something far more unsettling. Although Zinnia felt like she should just stop, run away from the light and never return, she was still captivated by it and with her options being far. Few between this was her best bet. As she kept walking the silence of nothing was met with the crackling of leaves. Zinnia stopped looking down, finding she was walking on broken branches and leaves. She instantly snapped around, finding herself in a forest. One she had no recollection of.