It was dark, only the faint glow of the moon poking through the treetops provided you with the smallest sliver of light. The air was crisp and cold. Around you stood pine trees bigger than you thought was possible, they seemed to stretch forever up into the starry night sky, their branches swaying gently in the wind.
You have no idea how you got here, no idea where you are, a part of you hopes this is all just a bad dream. The silence was deafening, only occasionally punctured by the howl of the wind.
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