My bare feet tingle as they feel the cool wet, moist soil on the forest floor. I hear myself breathe in and out the misty air around me.
Why am I here?
Half excited, I slowly observe my surroundings. It seemed like it was daybreak, the sky still dark yet ready to light up in minutes. I hear the trees brushing against each other and the morning birds getting ready for a new day. How did I get here? I slowly pick up my right foot out of the black mud and step forward. As I work to get myself out of the soil with a squish and a splash, my feet finally meets a new ground with grass. I hesitate, and proceed forward into the dark green mystery.
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