by IvaluWeaver
Adopted at five years old with no memory of the life before, Freya has always known she was different. Not just because of the strange lavender mark on her cheek, or the way plants seem to listen when she speaks-but because the world itself has never felt quite right.She doesn't care for phones, small talk, or the drama everyone else seems to crave. Freya prefers quiet. Stillness. Earth beneath her feet and sunlight on her skin.Because nature doesn't lie.Nature remembers.When she stumbles into a forest no map dares name, the life she thought she knew begins to unravel. Dreams blur with memory. Whispers rise from the soil. And the threads of fate-long forgotten-begin to stir.Because when threads remember... life begins.
