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Pink Snow Rose
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You stand up and join the procession.
The line of people continues on, without reacting to your appearance.
Eventually you arrive at a forest clearing, where more people are waiting in silence.
There is a shallow hole in the ground directly in the middle of the crowd.
The procession joins the crowd as the four carrying the body approach the hole.
They come to a stop, standing two on each side; holding the body above the hole.
An old man steps forward from the crowd and stands in front of the body.
He raises his hands above his head and begins talking.
You cannot understand what he is saying.
You turn to a man standing on your right.
“What is this?”
“Who are they carrying?”
The man does not respond, staring forward.
After speaking for awhile the old man lowers his hand and the body is lowered into the hole.
Suddenly the crowd disappears, the sun streaks through the sky again and again.
The grave becomes overgrown with vegetation.
Time flows by like a river.
Eventually time slows again, but the forest has changed.
The sky is dark, and the trees are gnarled.
The air is cold and still.
There are whispers; coming from the grave.
The whispers go silent.
“Something is here.”
The earth begins churning and cracking.
Black liquid bubbles up from the cracks, as if the earth itself is bleeding.
A dark fog spreads across the ground.
A hand breaks through the ground, followed by a warped body.
Its flesh is twisted and black; it stands twice as tall as a man.
The fog wraps around its body like a cloak
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A scream rises from its throat, growing louder and louder, echoing throughout your mind.
It steps forwards, slowly moving towards you.
The sound continues to grow; you can hear nothing else.
The world distorts and shakes around you.
You feel as if a knife is carving through your mind.
You fall to the ground.
Everything is dark.
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I burst through the water, gasping for air.
Its feels like my chest was being crushed.
I crawl out of the water and lay on the cave floor.
It’s dark; the torch is nearly dead.
Only the dying embers are making light.
I see a body lying on the ground a few feet away.
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