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夢 叶 A thick blanket of fog hugs the air and ground around you; thin enough to see a few meters ahead, but somehow you can't help but feel a sense of exigency. While you can't see a vessel of immediate threat, you can feel something stalking your every move, something malevolent, something malice. “Who are you?” Your voice echoes across , nothing but a low hum seems to respond. With a step forward, you hear the soft crunch of the dry leaves beneath your weight. Its volume echoes uncomfortably, causing a stir of anxiety within you, “What- Where am I?” With each step forward, the haze lifts slightly allowing you to make out your surroundings. You stand in a lush forest paint ed red and orange by the season; with the chill air confirming that it was a fall evening. The haze faintly rises, thinning out and you walk from what is assumed the innermost part of the forest. The lingering gaze remain...