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║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 27 - 2027 ║
║ Saturday║ Second Day of Olympia's Cup║
The gong rings out across the Blood Meadow, its ominous tone echoing off the gloomy trees. I rush forward with my two companions, each of us scattering in a different direction to search for the wicked basket. The tall grass and thorny bushes tear at my clothes as I run, my eyes were scanning the murky landscape for any sign of the hidden object.
The air is thick with dread and foreboding, the meadow living up to its sinister name. The sky is hazy and overcast, as the stench of rot and decay hangs heavy in the still air. Flies buzz around me as I trudge through the meadow, my boots squelching in unseen wetness beneath, but I try not to think about what I may be stepping in and block out the eerie surroundings, focusing only on our tasks.
I run through the tall crimson grass, the blades whipping at my legs and snagging on my clothes. The meadow stretches on, filled with traps and dangers for the unwary. I keep my eyes peeled for any sign of the cursed basket, knowing our success or failure rests on finding it first.
The clouds above grow dark and foreboding, an omen of the sinister magic that permeates this place. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a warning to turn back while I still can. But I cannot flee now - I have come too far and sacrificed too much. The blood on my hands will not wash away so easily.
Just then as my heart pounds in my chest and as I round a bend, coming upon a small clearing, Olivia's voice of shrieks suddenly pierces the air to my left and vibrated through the air, "Guys! Come over here!" Her words were laced with both fear and excitement, beckoning us to join her discovery.
In the distance, I can see her waving her arms - a sign that she has found something.
We hurried towards her call, carefully picking our ways through the meadow, pushing through the thick undergrowth with haste, our feet pounding the earth, and breaths coming in ragged gasps. As we drew closer, a sense of unease crept over us like a chill fog.
When we burst into the clearing and finally reached to her side, standing over, she points to a rusty, iron thing half-hidden under a bush. Moving out the overgrown bushes with my arrow, there I saw a rusted iron pedestal stands in the center, and perched atop it sits a wicker basket, tendrils of ivy wrap around the handle. Dark stains mar the sides, and an aura of menace seems to emanate from it.
"That's it, right? The fucking basket of our twisted fate..." After Beatrice's query, we stood in silence, exchanging uneasy glances, knowing we should leave this place at once, yet some morbid curiosity kept our feet rooted. The basket seemed to call out to us, begging to be opened, to reveal its dark secrets and horrors within.
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