as you begin to wake to the warm breeze on your face and the soft plush moss jnder you, you were rudely awoken by the feeling of a stick poking your side and the quiet murmurs around you. you hear a voice ask out loud "hey-...are you alive-?" followed by another poke of the stick. as you open your eyes, you were greetes by the face of faelyn, and a few other people you did mot recognize. you continue from hear my lovelies❤️❤️
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