Unfortunately for me, the supposed adversaries never arrived. I stood in the dead center of the clearing, waiting in anticipation, my mind conjuring up all sorts of dramatic entrances they might make.
Would they descend upon me like a swarm of locusts, overwhelming me with sheer numbers? Or perhaps they would stealthily approach, lurking in the shadows before striking with precision? Yet, as the minutes stretched into hours, reality shattered my expectations. The enemy never came.
'Are they having a meal or something??'
With a resigned sigh, I plopped down near the edge of the pond, picking up small pebbles and flicking them into the still water.
Each stone sent ripples across the surface, disrupting the mirror-like reflection of the starless sky above. The night remained eerily silent, a suffocating void of darkness stretching infinitely across the heavens, devoid of celestial comfort.
