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Fleeing from the damp cave I am thrust into the forest. Water hangs on blades of green and sprays me with each gust of wind. This forest is so thick but luckily I can smell something in the distance. As I get closer to the smell I see hundreds of tracks pressed into the ground. I must be going the right way. The rain has made the worms come out. They twitch and flail. What an odd way to stop drowning. The tracks lead me to an open path beaten down by many feet. I can now see the canyon wall. The stone is broken at the bottom and creates many tiny caves. No cave is not the proper word. They are but pockets that can protect from sun or rain but go no where else. These holes hold the scent I have been following. Entering one I see scraps of bread thrown on the ground, now soaked into mush by the rain. Where is the one who brought these here? Were they run out by flood or have they been long gone?

I pick up a new scent. Following the canyon wall I reach a set of mountains. I am always ready to climb. Despite being near vertical I make it to the top with ease. I see a wide clearing of pure white. I walk towards it but am stopped by some invisible force. I press and press without luck. Then I notice a small dark spot in the distance. The journey is long but uneventful. When I reach the dark spot I instinctively enter it. I find myself on the other side of the barrier. A vast plane of white with what looks like black rivers. But as I approach one I see it is not a river but a trench dug for some purpose that I do not know.

Suddenly the ground shakes. I did not expect earthquakes. The sky darkens over me. Following these trenches I find myself under a great canopy. The covering is so thick that the sun is completely blocked out but oddly I see only four large trunks holding up this vast shield. The ground rumbles again, slowly fading off. A scent of fresh water sweeps over me. I run towards the smell. I find several lakes and see that they drain off into the surrounding trenches. I am careful not to slip into the water as I dive my head in and drink deeply.

I feel rumbling again. I slip in and am fumbling about. I was never good at swimming. The sky is darkening again. The sky is falling! I can not move! Is this the end? Goodbye my queen.

Description
Fleeing from the damp cave I am thrust into the forest. Water hangs on blades of green and sprays me with each gust of wind. This forest is so thick but luckily I can smell something in the distance. As I get closer to the smell I see hundreds of tracks pressed into the ground. I must be going the right way. The rain has made the worms come out. They twitch and flail. What an odd way to stop drowning. The tracks lead me to an open path beaten down by many feet. I can now see the canyon wall. The stone is broken at the bottom and creates many tiny caves. No cave is not the proper word. They are but pockets that can protect from sun or rain but go no where else. These holes hold the scent I have been following. Entering one I see scraps of bread thrown on the ground, now soaked into mush by the rain. Where is the one who brought these here? Were they run out by flood or have they been long gone?

I pick up a new scent. Following the canyon wall I reach a set of mountains. I am always ready to climb. Despite being near vertical I make it to the top with ease. I see a wide clearing of pure white. I walk towards it but am stopped by some invisible force. I press and press without luck. Then I notice a small dark spot in the distance. The journey is long but uneventful. When I reach the dark spot I instinctively enter it. I find myself on the other side of the barrier. A vast plane of white with what looks like black rivers. But as I approach one I see it is not a river but a trench dug for some purpose that I do not know.

Suddenly the ground shakes. I did not expect earthquakes. The sky darkens over me. Following these trenches I find myself under a great canopy. The covering is so thick that the sun is completely blocked out but oddly I see only four large trunks holding up this vast shield. The ground rumbles again, slowly fading off. A scent of fresh water sweeps over me. I run towards the smell. I find several lakes and see that they drain off into the surrounding trenches. I am careful not to slip into the water as I dive my head in and drink deeply.

I feel rumbling again. I slip in and am fumbling about. I was never good at swimming. The sky is darkening again. The sky is falling! I can not move! Is this the end? Goodbye my queen.