As she entered the clearing, a wave of unease washed over her. It was as if the trees themselves were whispering secrets, the wind carrying an eerie stillness. The place where the orb had hovered felt different now and Theresa was haunted by the memory of that fateful day.
For several nights, she returned to the clearing, hoping to catch another glimpse of the glowing phenomenon. But time after time, she was met with nothing but the cold, indifferent darkness. The forest seemed alive with anticipation, but still, the orb did not appear.