BEING

You walk down the sandy path, the further you progress the path begins to twist and change, you dont see the changes as they happen but notice when they finish. There is a comfort but also a feeling of terror in you. Soon you find yourself in a lush forest, moss lines the rocks around you and in the distance you can hear the sound of a rushing river. The land is serenaded in bird song.

As you move you begin to see a clearing in the distance, a soft mist is coming from it and you can almost make out a figure in the distance. There is something enchanting about this area but a wave of anxiety over takes your body.

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