Phantom Glow (Ghost Flower, Cactus, Pear, Amber)

On a moonlit stroll surrounded by a cold, dark, mossy forest, silent except for the eerie whoot of an owl in the distance, you encounter a large stone, seemingly out of place. You stop to rest, as the moon plays with the tree branches, casting shadows that dance on the crisp, autumn breeze. Suddenly, as if appearing from the mist, you see glowing clusters of lights in the distance, creeping, growing closer. You begin to listen in the silence for the crunch of leaves, hoping to see a familiar face, perhaps someone else weary and sleepless, to accompany your midnight journey, but you are only left in silence as the lights drift closer. You discover the lights are not from lanterns, and there is no crunch of leaves because the lights are floating on air. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as hackles, the prickly feeling of goosebumps crawls over your skin from head to toe, as you freeze in terror, observing that the lights are shapeless, mercurial, and supernatural in origin. You've