The setting sun, like a jagged piece of blood-stained cloth, slowly sank behind the silhouette of the hills surrounding Hogwarts, swallowing the final shred of twilight.
Evening mist crept quietly up from the ground, wrapping itself like a gray gauze around every tree, blurring vision and scrambling the boundaries of reason.
At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where mist and dusk intertwined, a panicked figure stumbled blindly forward, fleeing as though chased by an unseen demon.
Chapter 66