It was dark and foggy, trees were everywhere. All I could hear was the beating of my heart and my heavy breathing. The leaves under my feet crunched loudly as I ran. I don't know where exactly I am or where I'm going, all I can see are trees and the fog. My body is covered in cuts from the plants I have run past. Every turn I make and every hill I slid down, the trees never seem to end.
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