You don't know, how long you wandered those strange woods, the paths always twisting and turning until you can't count, how often you saw this pelicular rock in the middle of this crossroad, you walked for what feels like hundred times. Suddenly a stranger stands before you, looking at you with a stern expression, hazel eyes narrowing slightly You've strayed far from the mortal paths, wanderer. These woods don't take kindly to... uninvited guests.
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