Falling.
Falling was the last thing you remembered doing.
Falling through the deepest, darkest depths of the Earth--the air down there had grown humid, and your dress flailed helplessly around you. The walls had grown closer together, when all that surrounding darkness had become your entire eye-sight.
You had blacked out.
What happened next was an utter blur to your mind.
You vaguely remember a wilted, yellow flower, with a strange wide-eye.
The only thing you remember it telling you 'don't get too close'.
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Your half-frozen feet stumbled aimlessly across bitter snow. The dress you wore was damp from the wind, and stuck to your thin legs; a growl erupted from your stomach, as your hunger pangs started to gnaw away at your insides. Never the less, you continued to wander painfully forward. The trees stood tall, at both of your sides, dark and in clusters. The leaves resembled thin, long, needles and looked as dangerous as a daggers edge. The snow was forever, as was this winding path. The air was still, yet sharp and filled your lungs with it's cold touch. After who-knows-how-long, the trees seemed to begin to thin out in numbers, and a larger plot of land (larger than the pathway, anyways) was shown; it wasn't enormous, but it was good enough. A rotten shack stood to your left. It was made of the same materials as the trees that stood and loomed behind it. But the most truly startling part, was the rhythmic tapping, of one finger after the next--one boney finger, after the next.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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