[she steps outside - and it's no longer the woods.
it's that space area again. it's quiet, and she floats. she floats for... a long time. she feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. she exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. she feels her mind degrade, feels her consciousness slip, feels her sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, she is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so she wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing she sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]
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it's that space area again. it's quiet, and she floats. she floats for... a long time. she feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. she exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. she feels her mind degrade, feels her consciousness slip, feels her sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, she is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so she wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing she sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]