The Wind Howler

The wind howled through the night, sending a chill down her spine. It seemed to her that the spirit of the night was calling out to her, beckoning her to come out and play. She shivered, but not from the cold. There was something about the dark that called to her, something that made her feel alive.

She wrapped her cloak around her tightly and stepped out into the night. The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. She could feel the spirits of the night all around her, dancing in the moonlight. They were playful and mischievous, and she couldn’t help but laugh as they tickled her skin.

She walked thanked her and disappeared. Sarah woke up from her dream, realizing that the spirit had given her a message. She was determined to follow the spirit’s advice and find her destiny.

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