A gravity you don’t recognize yanks you forward, as you hear an internal scream in your own voice until it quiets into a gasp. Then you stumble on a branch and fall.
You feel drunk, there is a surge of memory like you were just standing in front of a mirror, choosing to walk into it, but you have been running in the forest for hours. Its all just. . .disorienting.
You’re standing now, but the ground underfoot is wet, and you have an overwhelming sense of deja vu.
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