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Re: A Hero's Journey
You decide to jump off the cliffside and try to get into the woods down below. You push yourself hard off the edge and go soaring through the air. The cold wind lashes your face but it feels so peaceful, falling down through the air like a bird. It looks so beautiful, the moon bright, the tree's going off into the horizon, it is so sad that you are about to get snapped like a twig. You smash down through the treeline, hitting snow covered branches, feeling your own ribs crack and your own arms break. It feels like an eternity before you hit the ground, unconscience, but alive, barely.
This part is only a story, time for bed. Good night,and until tomorrow, farewell!
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