I swiftly, no abruptly, realized I was somewhere unlike that of which I have ever recognized. The trees were suddenly, well gargantuan. Foliage of all sorts stretched as far as was comprehensible. I was no smaller then before, just dwarfed by the trees. On either end of me plants made a thick wall of foliage that was clearly innavigable. I turned behind me and a long winding path covered in moss, appearing like a well maintained yard, which inched beyond viewing distance. The canopy above was blocking any sign of if it was day or night. Which was odd because underneath on the, forest floor, where I was, I could see perfectly not any hindrance to my vision from light. Surprisingly it took me this long to realize something is very, very wrong with wherever I am. Immediately questions started zooming through my head at incapacitating rates. "Be calm" those two words were projected into my head, obviously something is up. I must be delusional. I let out a gasp the temperature suddenly dropped to the point where I could see my breath. I sharply exhaled out of my nostrils just for the pleasure of seeing the frothy air solidify then disperse. Clearly I was in no place to consider what to do next, so without thinking I pulled of my socks and shoes and started walking. Now someone may ask why the heck would you take your shoes off in a unknown place? Well didn't I just narrate that this motion was without thought?
Well actually that was my own doing I like the way it feels when my feet squish in the soft moss. Now this seems to be the way I had come hopefully it will take me back to town. I figure I need to just walk then.
Seemingly I have been walking for miles on end now. I checked my watch curious to see how much time has elapsed. Oddly enough none at all, it must have died I concluded. Wait no the hand was still ticking. Yet no change in time the hands on the tiny clock sputtering moving yet I could only get the same reading of time from them, 6:47 AM.
Odd.
As I continued down this untrodden path I noticed a stone cathedral, no spire, loomed over head. Yet even this spire, as I concluded it must be, was dwarfed by the trees. Hadn't I said this was odd? Well some magick definitely had a rule in this, but what for?
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Escaping Society
AventuraEmotions rule us. They dictate our every move, our every thought, our every action is formed from emotions. Everything we do is affected by how we feel. It is the world of feelings that rule us, that govern us neither fair and just nor cruel and in...
