Video - Chasing Shadows: Poppy's Race Against Darkness

Lightning split the sky as Poppy sprinted through the forest, the deadly pursuer's breath hot on her neck. Each step sliced through tangled roots, heart pounding louder than the storm above. Fear ignited her senses, urging her on, but the shadows grew closer. With a desperate glance back, Poppy caught sight of her cousin, Thorne, eyes glowing with unnatural hunger. Once beloved, now twisted, he chased her with monstrous speed. Years ago, an ancient curse had chained Thorne to darkness. Only one thing could break it—a relic buried deep within these woods. Poppy had it now, tucked close to her chest, its warmth a flicker of hope. Poppy's muscles screamed as she veered left, dodging trees like a deer fleeing a wolf. The relic’s amber glow lit her path through the storm. "Hold on, Thorne. This ends tonight," she vowed. The clearing appeared ahead, moonlight shimmering on the altar. She stumbled but regained her pace. Thorne’s growl echoed, closer than ever. Poppy reached the altar, slamming the relic into the stone. A blinding flash, and the curse shattered like glass. Thorne's monster form receded. Slumped, he whispered, "Poppy?" She collapsed beside him, heart swelling with relief and lingering tremors of dread. Together, they faced the dawn.