The fog slowly descended upon the forest, where each tree, like an ancient beast's trunk, leaned towards the earth, as if keeping ancient secrets in its depths. The wind whispered between the branches, foretelling changes. Through this darkness, where silence reigned, occasionally interrupted by the wind's whisper, a little Smurf, with his head down, wandered through the semi-dark forest, striving to find his dream — a new home. He believed that here, in the heart of the dense thickets, he could find a corner that would give him warmth and peace. Every step echoed in his heart like a loud blow, every trembling sound made him vigilant. He dreamed of a place where he could hide from all sorts of troubles and sorrows. But the forest, it seemed, knew his intentions — it captivated him with its density and mystery, ready to test the strength of his fragile heart.
— Why do I have to be like this? Why!? — his word echoed through the dark forest, but no one heard him.
The twilight forest seemed alive. The trees whispered to each other, their leaves trembling from the gentle breeze. Suddenly, as if in response to his silent questions, a deafening thunderclap resounded.
— Great Smurfs! — exclaimed Smurf, curling up into a ball. — What was that? The blow sounded as if the heavens had opened, and the Smurf turned to stone, fearfully gazing at the inky clouds that quickly covered the sky.
He froze, a few steps away from him was a bushy thicket, behind which the forest grew darker and darker. Without waiting for an answer, he rushed forward, but suddenly, on the horizon, a powerful clap of thunder pierced the evening air again.
— My sufferings aren't over, are they? Even Mother Nature hates me now… — he cried out, but his words were drowned out by the thunder. The golden hues of the evening instantly faded under the weight of the black clouds, and in the next moment, a powerful downpour burst over the forest. The raindrops fell like lead bombs, taking away the warmth and confidence, leaving only cold and shivering.
The raindrops fell like lead bombs, taking away the warmth and confidence, leaving only cold and shivering. Through the downpour, he felt life slipping away from his small blue body, and the smell of wet earth enveloped him, piercing his memory
— HELP! — he cried out in desperation —H-E-E-ELP! — he cried out again, but this time with a heart-wrenching scream. He closed his eyes, but even that didn't help, since the icy water was piercing his very soul, knocking out his hopes from his heart.
Every step became more and more absurd, with each moment the hand of fate squeezing him tighter.
— I can't... — he whispered, his voice becoming soft and defenseless, like trembling little bird.
He fell to the ground, exhausted and soaked to the bone. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't budge, as if they had turned to stone. - 'Why now?' - he asked himself, looking painfully at the gloomy sky.
— I need to go... — the thunder rolled through the forest again, and with it came the realization: no hope hiding in the branches could save him from this unending darkness.
Around him, there was only emptiness, and in his soul, a struggle unfolded, where fear intertwined with hopelessness, leaving only the melody of the rain and the rustling of the wind, turning him into a lonely wanderer amidst the raging elements. With every moment, his doomed loneliness enveloped everything stronger, and ahead, only an uncertain danger loomed, entangling him in a web of foggy illusions.
Darkness began to creep into his eyes, and his body was overcome with weakness. His breathing grew weaker, and his heart began to beat less frequently. And in that moment, when it seemed like everything was lost, he heard a voice...
— Do not give up!
Was it reality or just his imagination – he didn't know.