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Part 4

Finally, I'm here. It's dark here, very dark. I can tell this isn't a normal clearing, and that isn't a normal fire. It's emoting a soft white glow. But white as in cold white, the kind of white that says: Death is coming. The fire has no sparks, meaning it is not burning. There's no heat here, almost as if the fire is producing the cold.

I can't hear any laughter, still no one is here. I guess I'll wait. 

There's something about this suffocating darkness, the unnatural still, the cold, that puts me off. Whoever lives here certainly is no longer human.

I wait and wait. Every second feels like eternity, I can't get a sense of time. It's almost as if the world is running on a different timeline to this clearing. Or maybe, this clearing is running on a different timeline to the world. Maybe I should go back. It's cold and even though I'm sitting next to the fire, it isn't any warmer. I'll just leave and come back tomorrow. Wait, I can't move! Why can't I move?

Laughter.

 There's the laughter again. It surrounds me on all sides, echoing through every inch of the clearing. But it still sounds distant. The night is pressing in on me from all sides. I can't move and the dark is creeping into my brain. The fire is slowly getting smaller too, and darker. All I can see is black.