Sonicmario

They say history repeats, and Edna Konrad knew it well. In the quiet of the night, the only sound was the crunching of dirt and gravel under her thick-soled shoes. It was like a constant rhythm every time she stepped, reverberating through the stillness. It was surprising how much a single sound contrasted with Edna's last trek down the mountain. Back then, the soft pats of her bare feet left the air unbroken, allowing her mind to wander off. Now she was grateful for the distraction. Edna hummed softly to the beat of her footsteps. The sound of the autumn wind rustling the leaves in the valley below soothed her rattled nerves. She absentmin