
At night, dust singes each eyebrow. Feathers. Black feathers falling onto the wet earth, covering everywhere. Claws pierce into your skin as you scream.
A gust billows through the dimness. Rain begins pouring from smoky clouds and it is darker than ever before. But you are still running, still escaping as your breath wreaths around you in circles, within the dead of the night.
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