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She had never set foot in these woods, yet every step felt like retracing an old memory.

From the moment her boots pressed into the damp, leaf-covered earth, she moved without hesitation—drawn forward by something she couldn’t name.

She didn’t know why she had to go. Only that she couldn’t stop.

By mid-afternoon, she reached the gaping mouth of a hidden cave. No beer cans. No graffit. No sign of anyone, ever. It felt older than time itself.

Inside, the cave swallowed all light. Even with her hand inches from her face, she saw nothing.

She clicked on her flashlight and swept the beam across the darkness. Searching. For what, she didn’t know.

Water dripped somewhere in the black, each drop sharp and hollow. And beneath it—fainter, almost hidden—a whisper, calling her deeper.

Time didn’t exist here. Minutes, hours—it was all the same in the dark.

And then, she stopped. She felt it before she saw it—a presence on the wall.

Not a crude fertility figure, heavy and round. No. This was different. This was a woman carved in power—covered in muscles. A warrior. A goddess.

Her fingers rose almost on their own, tracing the curve of the painted bicep.

Who was she? A myth? A memory?

Her breath quickened. She didn’t need to ask. She already knew.

The air cracked. A white-hot jolt tore through her body, blinding her—

And then…

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