Story 102: The Whispering Silhouette

In a secluded village where the night stretched its fingers longer than it should, there was an old tale whispered from one generation to the next. It spoke of a woman, a figure as ethereal as the mist that swirled around the ancient forest. They called her *The Whispering Silhouette*.

The story goes that she was once a beautiful maiden, desired by all, yet claimed by none. Her beauty was a curse, leading to jealousy, betrayal, and ultimately, her tragic death. Her spirit was said to have taken residence in the forest, her figure forever lost to shadow, but her long, flowing hair gleamed under the faintest light, a beacon for the unfortunate.

Lena, a young woman from the village, had always dismissed the legend as mere superstition. But as she grew older, the pull of the forest, the allure of the forbidden, grew stronger. It started with dreams—vivid, haunting visions of a shadowy figure with hair like silver threads, calling her, beckoning her to come closer, to listen.