Avni’s bare feet sank softly into the cool, uneven earth as she took her first hesitant step back toward the place that haunted her memories. The night air was thick with silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and her own uneven breath.

Every step she took was a testament to her exhaustion—her body aching from days without food, her muscles trembling under the weight of her fatigue. The ornaments she wore—simple, fragile, shimmering faintly in the dim moonlight—felt like both a burden and a fragile shield against the unknown.